The God of Gold

GOD OF GOLD. BY ALFRED OSMOND, PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH, BRIGHAM YOUNG UNIVERSITY (For the Improvement Era). God of gold, I will not love thee. All the world may sing thy praise; But the King who rules above thee Has condemned thy sordid ways. Bind disease in fatal fetters; Drive these feasting fiends away. Write "relieved" in flaming letters Here where tortured victims lay. How did'st thou become exalted! Cans't thou trace thy royal line Back to where some god revolted 'Gainst thy regal right divine? Death has conquered mighty nations; Hell commands a mighty host. Vanquish these, or God's creations All proclaim thy cause is lost. Bloodless, soulless, lifeless demon, Art thou not a base-born slave? Woulds't thou rule these noble freemen Whom a God has died to save? Ah, I see thee cringe in meekness— Yield to right—give up thy power; Serve the world in faith and meekness, And receive thy heavenly dower. Come with me into this hovel, Gaze in aching eyes of pain. Here where loathsome lepers grovel Test—oh test thy golden chain! As a servant thou hast ever Been a friend of age and youth; As a master thou cans't never Guide man to the source of truth. Provo, Utah.