By Annette Wynne
God placed a gold mint in the sky—
Large and bright, a heaping store—
So earth can every day have more,
He keeps it high,
He scatters gold abroad at day
In shining beams; then far and near
Dandelions gold appear
Along the way.
This is God’s gold dropped from the skies,
He gives it lavishly to earth—
O take it, spend it, learn its worth—
All ye with eyes!