Azalia E. Martin, "The Curse of Gold" (1906)
By Azalia E. Martin .
The ring of gold through centuries re-echoes,
The air is pregnant with its clanking din,
'Tis worshipped now as when the proud patrician
Reveled in sin.
Men have been known to slaughter fellow -brothers
To deal in deeds of death with daring bold,
And purest lives marred by unholy vices
For sake of gold.
The miser sits within his lowly dwelling,
And counts in silence there his hoarded gold;
No lesson unto man of love or duty
His lips unfold.
Within the monastery's secret cloisters
Where dwells the monk with humbleness profound
Or where the chiming convent bells are ringing
There gold is found.
Deep in the cold, cold grave where all is silent
Where mighty Death his wondrous change hath wrought,
'Tis there desires of earth are all forgotten
No gold is sought.
Published in Voice of the Negro, March 1906
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