Poverty: A Fragment

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Poverty: A Fragment

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If I am poor, It is that I am proud; If God has made me naked and a boor, He did not think it fit his work to shroud. The poor man comes direct from heaven to earth, As stars drop down the sky, and tropic beams; The rich receives in our gross air his birth, As from low suns are slanted golden gleams. Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite, Unless our earth and moon that office hold; Though his perpetual day feareth no night, And his perennial summer dreads no cold. Mankind may delve, but cannot my wealth spend; If I no partial wealth appropriate, No armèd ships unto the Indiеs send, None robs me of my Oriеnt estate.

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  • Henry David Thoreau