We rovers bold, br To the land of Gold, br Over the bowling billows are gliding: br Eager to toil, br For the golden spoil, br And every hardship biding. br See! See! br Before our prows' resistless dashes br The gold-fish fly in golden flashes! br 'Neath a sun of gold, br We rovers bold, br On the golden land are gaining; br And every night, br We steer aright, br By golden stars unwaning! br All fires burn a golden glare: br No locks so bright as golden hair! br All orange groves have golden gushings; br All mornings dawn with golden flushings! br In a shower of gold, say fables old, br A maiden was won by the god of gold! br In golden goblets wine is beaming: br On golden couches kings are dreaming! br The Golden Rule dries many tears! br The Golden Number rules the spheres! br Gold, gold it is, that sways the nations: br Gold! gold! the center of all rotations! br On golden axles worlds are turning: br With phosphorescence seas are burning! br All fire-flies flame with golden gleamings! br Gold-hunters' hearts with golden dreamings! br With golden arrows kings are slain: br With gold we'll buy a freeman's name! br In toilsome trades, for scanty earnings, br At home we've slaved, with stifled yearnings: br No light! no hope! Oh, heavy woe! br When nights fled fast, and days dragged slow.