I would, if I could, relieve thee.”
“A trifle, dear sister, would keep me afloat,
I shall sink if you do not arrange it.”
She said she’d not less than a twenty-pound note,
And she couldn’t find time to change it.
I lost my goods, but found that day—
(Though ’gainst me they had sinned all)—
Death summoned a rich old friend away,
Who left me a tidy windfall.