Читать книгу Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 1 July 1848 - Various - Страница 3

Alas! my heart is sick when I behold

The deep engrossing interest of wealth,

How eagerly men sacrifice their health,

Love, honor, fame and truth for sordid gold;

Dealing in sin, and wrong, and tears, and strife,

Their only aim and business in life

To gain and heap together shining store; —

Alchemists, mad as e'er were those of yore.

Transmuting every thing to glittering dross,

Wasting their energies o'er magic scrolls,

Day-books and ledgers leaden, gain and loss —

Casting the holiest feelings of their souls

High hopes, and aspirations, and desires,

Beneath their crucibles to feed th' accursed fires!