Turn all I touch to gold,
King Midas said.
His wish was granted, and behold!
His very meat was gold, gold his bread.

And liquid gold the drink
He raised on high;
When o'er the golden goblet's brink,
The water to his eager lips came nigh.

Ah fatal gift! that balked
His greedy soul;
Which in its very richness mocked;
For gold is but one thing, and not the whole.

So they, who money seek,
Gold, only gold;
Are childish, disappointed, weak,
Though gained their end; like that famed king of old.