There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting; It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder, It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It’s the stillness that fills me with peace. Robert W. Service
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This quote is a poem by Henry David Thoreau, written in 1849. It begins with the line "There's gold, and itâ’s haunting and haunting; Itâ’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isnâ’t the gold that Iâ’m wanting So much as just finding the gold." The rest of the poem is about how he wants to find peace in nature, but doesn't want to be tempted by the riches of California.

Source: The Spell Of The Yukon And Other Verses

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