WHAT all despise, and all agree to curse,
I view with pride and joy, an Empty Purse.
When it was full, so was my heart of woe,
I knew not what to do, nor where to go.
I would be gen’rous, but I long’d for dress;
Appearing great, I made myself look less
I that no kindred ever dar’d to claim,
Found fifty kind relations of my name.
No more could I complain of friends neglect,
And daring falsehood hung around my neck;
Amaz’d I cried, What means this mighty change;
The forward fool replied, ‘Tis nothing strange.
Wretch, take my gold, I said, my greatest curse,
Leave me an honest heart, and empty purse.
(Rebekah Carmichael)
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