GOLD!

In the sand, lo! something to the sun

Replied with brilliant lustre; as I brushed

The dust away, I saw that it was gold!—

A solid bar of gold — and yet so weak

Was I, I could not move it from its place.

I would have given then the bar of gold

To buy a crust, but could not. So we passed,

And came where five great rivers went their ways.

Which should we follow? One I knew

Led to the tree of life, but all the rest

Went back to death. Here a dead bird we found,

And tearing off its gaudy plumage, ate.

Upon occasional trees grew strange sparse fruits,

And these sustained us as we wandered on.

Along the banks for many a mile we went

By each of these five rivers, then returned.

So all my hope was dead, and long I prayed

That I might live to see my land again.