Of Wealth

Blind is he as any Bat that flitters
Who can only see the Thing that Glitters.

The Millionaire is Needy, I am not;
For I need Nothing while he needs a Lot.
Shall he be held the Richer of the Two
Whose Wealth is great — or he whose Wants are few?

W E sigh for what we've Lost or vainly Groped for,
But not for what we've neither Had nor Hoped for.

L ITTLE , hobbling on his Crutch,
Hurries to the Side of Much.
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