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
Its distance-to behold-

Its far-far Treasure to surmise-
And estimate the Pearl-
That slipped my simple fingers through-
While just a Girl at School.