GOLD.

New Zealand Tablet, 23 September 1920, Page 13

GOLD.

Gold, gold, that giveth everything, s A little grain within the eye-a-glistening, To set the * blood aglow, the ear a-listening, Gold, gold that giveth everything. Not as the wine to make men dance and sing, To tread the earth as cloud on misty wing, But in the helpless heart alone To make it grand or barren as thine own, Gold, gold that giveth everything. Not as the filmy soul to make men pray for In weary pilgrimage to search the day for, Thine is a little strand the whole world compassing A little rainbow strand to which they cling And when they have thee, 10, thy grace is flown, bold, gold that giveth everything. —Ernest Benshimol, in the Literary Digest.