A Legend Of Gold.

Lucifer craved one boon of God
    After his fall, as his own to hold;
So He gave him a mite in heaven's sight,
    But lo! the gift that He gave was--Gold.

And Lucifer wrought with the rugged ore
    Till he fashioned it wondrous fair, and then
He set a price on the precious store,
    And the price was the blood and tears of men.

Blood and tears! and the price was paid;
    Blood was nothing, and tears were free;
And Lucifer smiled at the fools and said:
    "Surely your souls should belong to me!"

So he offered the earth with its golden heart,
    And the seas with their fleets from pole to pole;
And they looked with lust on the world-wide mart,
    And said in their hearts,--"It is worth the soul!"

And kings were they, and they ruled right well;
    Gorgeously sped their sovereign day ...
But Lucifer hath their souls in Hell,
    And their gold and their empires--where are they?

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