When the rich are wealthy beyond their wealth,
And the poor are rich in spirits and health,
And all with their lots contented!
LIX.
There's little Phelim, he sings like a thrush,
In the selfsame pair of patchwork plush,
With the selfsame empty pockets,
That tempted his daddy so often to cut
His throat, or jump in the water-butt—
But what cares Phelim? an empty nut