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Joaquin Miller - Poetry

California's Cup Of Gold

The golden poppy is God's gold,
The gold that lifts, nor weighs us down,
The gold that knows no miser's hold
The gold that banks not in the town,
But singing, laughing, freely spills
Its hoard far up the happy hills;
Far up, far down, at every turn,--
What beggar has not gold to burn!