Mirth And Poverty

Mirth has many companions,

Sorrow leaves many alone,

All love warmth and festivity

But shrink at bleakness'tone,

A face of comfortable content

Invites a stranger's greeting

While looks of troubles great and deep

Are touched with glances fleeting,

You may dine on finest fare,

Your house, a manor of stone,

Nightly, friends come to share in your mirth,

But sad poverty dwells all alone.