Classic Poem

God give me gold that I may test
The blessed sweets of perfect rest,
For I am ill and hotly pressed.
God give me gold!

God give me gold that I may ease
The sorrow that the city sees—
I cannot help the least of these.
God give me gold!

God give me gold that I may buy
The thing for which my soul doth sigh—
For human love, else, Lord, I die.
God give me gold!