Terence McKenna--Lectures on Alchemy - Shroomery

I die for thou shall much the better beThereby and when thou seest that life hath me bereftTake what thou findest and where I have it leftThou dost not know, nor what my riches beAll which I will declare give ear to meAn earth I had all venum(?) to expelAnd that I cast into a mighty wellA water ick(?) to cleanse what was amissI threw into the earth, and there it isMy silver all into the sea I castMy gold into the air and, at the lastInto the fire, for fear it should be foundI threw a stone worth forty thousand poundWhich stone was given me by a mighty kingWho bade me wear it in a fourfold ring.'Quoth he, ' this stone is by that ring found outIf wisely thou cans't turn this ring aboutFor every hope contrary is to otherYet all agree and of the stone is motherSo now, my son, I will declare a wonderThat when I die this ring must break asunderThe king said so, but when he said with allAlthough the ring be broke in pieces smallAn easy fire shall soon it close againWho this can do he need not work in vainTill this my hidden treasure be found outWhen I am dead, my spirit shall walk about23