From Johnson 433:
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Your Riches- taught me Poverty, Myself - a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad as Buenos Ayre- You drifted your Dominions- A Different Peru- And I esteemed All Poverty For Life's Estate with you- Of Mines, I little know-myself- But just the names, of Gems- The Colors of the Commonest- And scarce of Diadems- So much, that did I meet the Queen- Her Glory I should know- But this, must be a different Wealth- To miss it-beggars so- I'm sure 'tis India-all Day- To those who look on You- Without a stint-without a blame, Might I-but be the Jew- I'm sure it is Golconda- Beyond my power to deem- To have a smile for Mine-each Day, How better, than a Gem! At least, it solaces to know That there exists-a Gold- Altho' I prove it, just in time Its distance - to behold- Its far- far treasure to surmise- And estimate the Pearl- That slipped my simple fingers through- While just a Girl at School. |
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