Your Riches taught me Poverty

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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Your Riches taught me Poverty