To rest them in the cheerful sun, and sort their mints and horehound,—
Tell me, can ye find upon his forehead the cloud of covetous anxiety,
Or note the dull unkindled eyes of sated sons of pleasure?—
For there is more joy of life with that poor picker of the ditches,
Than among the multitude of wealthy who wed their gains to discontent.
I have seen many rich, burdened with the fear of poverty,
I have seen many poor, buoyed with all the carelessness of wealth:
For the rich had the spirit of a pauper, and the moneyless a liberal heart;
The first enjoyeth not for having, and the latter hath nothing but enjoyment.
None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbelieving;