Gold is like the fair columns of a grand building, supporting the structure, invoking strength to the loftiness of ideals of men.
But Oh Gold! How fickle you are, how precious to display, so that we dig much deeper to preserve it! To chase the very air out of the lungs of a man, to preserve the shine of earth's ambry pools.
Aye, Kentucky now, and General, rush as a mad throng down the spiral staircase, as pillar upon pillar fall.
The sails had not even dried out completely, the signed pages, ink still wet, had not been laid out on the table, like so many small trophies garbed in blue and white.
Foreign grenadiers amassed the nations, invisible, visible, invisible, five pokered eyes. Chain after chain, trainload and carrier pigeon, or stone, and like Goliath dealt deadly blow by slingshot! Slingshot, came down the wild, monster beast Bael.
Lo' ladders! Ladders round about the pillars, iron chains burning in cherub flame. Round about, flaming London, flaming Apple.
