They had gold in their hands
but favoured it to slip away
squandered through their fingertips
with Providence's awing blow
And they took in its departure
whilst frozen by unseeable zephyr
Their restless quest exposed the polysemous
betise of human passions
Why would they prospect for gold
only to consign it to its own fortune?
In response the invigorating breeze
which exempted it from impoverished fate
announced the sweltering judgement imminency
unalloyed Au alone should survive
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