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 POVERTY

A FRAGMENT

I am poor,

It is that I am proud;

If God has made me naked and a boor,

He did not think it fit his work to shroud.

The poor man comes direct from heaven to earth,

As stars drop down the sky, and tropic beams;

The rich receives in our gross air his birth,

As from low suns are slanted golden gleams.