Poetry: Rich And Poor

Few, snve the poor, fecl (ik iho poor, Tho rich knmv not hovv bti-'d It to béofneedul food And needf'ul reet dbancd. Th"r palha are pnths of plenteaueness, They sleep on silks and clown; And never think how wenrü? Ths wcary faend ües down. They know nót of the scaniy moni; With small, pnle i'ncee round; No fire upon the co!d. damp lienrth, When anow ison the .gruund, They nevor by the window lean, Andsee the gy pnss by; Then tnke their wenry tnsU again. But wii ha sadder eye.