Gold -- of the blessedest sunshine, Gold -- of the yellow-bird's wing, Gold -- of the buttercup's blossom, And the dandelion of spring. Not the dark gold of the miner, Emblem of greed and unrest, But the rare, sweet gold of true living, This all your years have possessed. This is the metal of heaven, Where the streets are of shining gold, And there, in your youth eternal, Your wealth can never be told. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE THREE KINGS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |