Golden Freedom By Amos Russel Wells

The love of money is a chain,
Binding souls to greedy pain.
The love of money is a jail,
Bare abode of Hunger pale.
The love of money is a czar,
Lord of slaves that wretches are.
The love of money is a wall,
Bleak and barren, strong and tall.
The love of money is a pit;
Foulest creatures live in it.
The love of money is a mine,
Where the sunbeams never shine.
Worst of all captivities,
That the love of money is.
Oh, be free, superbly free,
From its cramping misery!