[POVERTY AND LOVE.]
These little Evils, and a thousand such, }
Which the proud poor will ever feel too much, }
Touch not the heart, or transient is the Touch. }
Fly Reason’s Voice; but, oh! the pain to prove
That dreadful Union, Poverty and Love;
To dream of mutual Joy and raise the Mind
To all things noble, generous and refin’d;
Above the low-born Cares of Life to dwell;
To be more blest than human tongue can tell;
With golden Hope, that soothes all Care the while, 10
And construes every Look and every Smile—
And all at once the golden Vision fled,
To find cold Truth and feel the want of Bread!