The guilder

In the solemn glow of gold, the guilder asserts its presence, A coin of undeniable worth, a treasure to be revered, Its value not just in its gleam, but in its very essence, A symbol of prosperity, silently revered. With regal grace it gleams, the guilder's lustrous hue, A testament to craftsmanship, a work of art refined, Each facet polished meticulously, to capture light anew, An opulent embodiment of wealth, forever enshrined. Within its form resides a tale of fortunes vast, Of toil and sweat, of dreams and daring plight, An emblem of ambition, a venture unsurpassed, A testament to mankind's relentless fight. Oh, guilder of grandeur, in your radiant embrace, We find solace in your presence, a promise of hope, Through ages past and future days, we trace, A legacy of abundance, an endless scope. In the solemn glow of gold, the guilder stands tall, A symbol of prosperity, revered by one and all.