When they came info the Land of Utopia, he discovered the Statue of a Man created on an open Plain, which had this Inscription on the Pedestal:  On May-day in the Morning, when the Sun rises, I shall have a Head of Gold.  As it was now the latter End of April, he stayed to see this wonderful Change; and in the mean time, enquiring of a poor Shepherd what was the Reason of the Statue being erected there, and with that Inscription, he was informed, that it was set up many Years ago by an Arabian Philosopher, who travelled all the World over in Search of a real Friend; that he lived with, and was extremely fond of a great Man who inhabited the next Mountain; but that on some Occasion they quarrelled, and the Philosopher, leaving the Mountain, retired into the Plain, where he erected this Statue with his own Hands, and soon after died.  To this he added, that all the People for many Leagues round came there every May Morning, expecting to see the Stone-head turned to Gold.

Tom got up very early on the first of May to behold this amazing Change, and when he came near the Statue he saw a Number of People, who all ran away from him in the utmost Consternation, hating never before seen a Lion follow a Man like a Lap-dog.  Being thus left alone, he fixed his Eyes on the Sun, then rising with resplendent Majesty, and afterwards turned to the Statue, but could see no Change in the Stone.—­Surely, says he to himself, there is some mystical Meaning in this!  This Inscription must be an AEnigma, the hidden Meaning of which I will endeavour to find; for a Philosopher would never expect a Stone to be turned to Gold; accordingly he measured the Length of the Shadow, which the Statue gave on the Ground by the Sun shining on it, and marked that particular Part where the Head fell, then getting a Chopness (a Thing like a Spade) and digging, he discovered a Copper-chest, full of Gold, with this Inscription engraved on the Lid of it.

Thy WIT,
Oh Man! whoever thou art,
Hath disclos’d the AEnigma,
And discover’d the GOLDEN HEAD. 
Take it and use it,
But use it with WISDOM;
For know,
That GOLD, properly employ’d,
May dispense Blessings,
And promote the Happiness of Morals;
But when hoarded up,
Or misapply’d,
Is but Trash, that makes Mankind miserable. 
Remember
The unprofitable Servant,
Who hid his Talent in a Napkin;
And
The profligate Son,
Who squander’d away his Substance and
fed with the Swine. 
As thou hast got the GOLDEN HEAD,
Observe the Golden Mean,
Be Good and be happy.