The only gold I’ll ever know, the most gold that I’ll see
Are in the sunset clouds, I trow, that soar high above me.
This gold is safe enough I deem. No robber thieves it there.
No ladder’s made that’s tall enough to scale these walls of air!
Our gold – it looks so lovely. For it sparkles and it gleams.
And it is far more valuable than what at first it seems.
Such gold cannot buy bread. Nor clothes. Nor houses. Nor the sod.
It points to treasure greater still: it is the hand of God.