Speaking of mining in Victoria in the third of the University Centenary lecture series on Tuesday last, Sir Arthur Robinson said that gold was the only commodity, in the present disease of economic nationalism, against the importation of which no nation raises a tariff, suggest a quota, or hints at an embargo.
Thro' all my life since early days In have looked on with sheer amaze, Appalled, astonished to behold This muddles world's mad quest for gold. To have it is to own the earth; To lack it is to know the dearth Of all earth's gifts that men hold dear, And walk in need with cold, gaunt Fear. But we can't eat it, We won't share it; Wth joy greet it, But don't wear it; As shelter, warmth or food it can't be used. The seers blame it For all sorrow; Yet men claim it, And men borrow, Beg, steal or slay for it, be it refused. Men dig it up from deep,dark holes, And, just to own it, pawn their souls, And, when their souls are well in pawn (So I've observed since reason's dawn) They take this stuff they've found -- or stole -- And shove it in another hole -- Some sealed and vaulted chamber, which Thereafter keeps them wondrous rich. And he who keeps The yellow stuff May own vast heaps, But ne'er enough. Man has lost grace and bucketsful of gore of it . . . But I despise The dross, in blame For all earth's lies And all man's shame -- But -- all the same -- I'd like -- A -- Little -- More of it.
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