Author John Gay Let us take the Road. Hark! I hear the sound of Coaches! The hour of Attack approaches, To your Arms, brave Boys, and load. See the Ball I hold! Let the Chemists toil like Asses, Our fire their fire surpasses, And turns all our Lead to Gold. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments