A POOR man? Yes, I must confess -- No wealth of gold do I possess; No pastures fine, with grazing kine, Nor fields of waving grain are mine; No foot of fat or fallow land Where rightfully my feet may stand The while I claim it as my own -- By deed and title, mine alone. Ah, poor indeed! perhaps you say -- But spare me your compassion, pray! -- When I ride not -- with you -- I walk In Nature's company, and talk With one who will not slight or slur The child forever dear to her -- And one who answers back, be sure, With smile for smile, though I am poor. And while communing thus, I count An inner wealth of large amount, -- The wealth of honest purpose blent With Penury's environment, -- The wealth of owing naught to-day But debts that I would gladly pay, With wealth of thanks still unexpressed With cumulative interest. -- A wealth of patience and content -- For all my ways improvident; A faith still fondly exercised -- For all my plans unrealized; A wealth of promises that still, Howe'er I fail, I hope to fill; A wealth of charity for those Who pity me my ragged clothes. A poor man? Yes, I must confess -- No wealth of gold do I possess; No pastures fine, with grazing kine, Nor fields of waving grain are mine; But ah, my friend! I've wealth, no end! For millionaires might condescend To bend the knee and envy me This opulence of poverty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 31. TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CHRISTENING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE CHARLES by THOMAS CAMPION THE FAITH OF CHRIST'S FREEMEN by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |