IF we are poor and do not know The numerous delights that flow From horns of plenty choked with gold, We lack as well the cares untold That hand in hand with riches go. We have our home wherein, although The outer world be white with snow, We keep our hearts from growing cold, If we @3are@1 poor. We can't go in for pomp and show, But here are She and I, and O! That dimpled little One-year-old! Love's riches here are manifold. Dear Lord, we pray Thee keep us so, If @3we@1 are poor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL AT PARTING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |