I play at Riches - to appease The Clamoring for Gold - It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold With Want, and Opportunity - I could have done a Sin And been Myself that easy Thing An independent Man -
But often as my lot displays Too hungry to be borne I deem Myself what I would be - And novel Comforting
My Poverty and I derive - We question if the Man - Who own - Esteem the Opulence - As We - Who never Can -
Should ever these exploring Hands Chance Sovreign on a Mine - Or in the long - uneven term To win, become their turn -
How fitter they will be - for Want - Enlightening so well - I know not which, Desire, or Grant - Be wholly beautiful.
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