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I'll furnish more, ay, more than all you ask.

Though light it seems, not easy is the task.

There lies the gold, but to procure it thence,

That is the art: who knoweth to commence?

Only consider, in those days of terror,

When human floods swamped land and folk together,

How every one, how great soe'er his fear,

All that he treasured most, hid there or here;

So was it 'neath the mighty Roman's sway,

So on till yesterday, ay, till today:

That all beneath the soil still buried lies—

The soil is Cæsar's, his shall be the prize.