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What mines the morning heavens unfold! / What far Alaskas of the skies! / That, veined with elemental gold, / Sierra on Sierra rise.
Heap up the gold of all the world, / The ore that makes men fools and slaves; / What is it to the gold, cloud-curled, / That rivers through the sunset's caves!
Search Earth for riches all who will, / The gold that soils, that turns to dust -- / Be mine the wealth no thief can steal, / The gold of God that can not rust.