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 It's distance - to behold -
It's 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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