Of those who bask in fortune’s glare,
Can fancy poverty’s despair!
On splendor’s gilded couch reclin’d,
With luxury-sated frame and mind,
They talk of labor and content,
And o’er the snares of wealth lament.
Oh! could they for brief time endure
The legion temptings of the poor,
Their fiery trial once gone o’er,
They’d mourn the snares of wealth no more.