 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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“POVERTY PARTS GOOD COMPANY.”
The Baron is feasting in lighted hall,
He feels not the bleak wind, sees not the snow fall;
His kinsman is left in the cold porch to sigh,
“Poverty parts good company.”
He feels not the bleak wind, sees not the snow fall;
His kinsman is left in the cold porch to sigh,
“Poverty parts good company.”
The Baron's proud mantle hath vair on its fold,
His hose are of velvet, his girdle of gold;
The coat of his kinsman, is threadbare well nigh,
“Poverty parts good company.”
His hose are of velvet, his girdle of gold;
The coat of his kinsman, is threadbare well nigh,
“Poverty parts good company.”
The Baron he rides to the greenwood at morn,
With page and with huntsman, with hound and with horn;
His kinsman unheeded is toiling hard by,
“Poverty parts good company.”
With page and with huntsman, with hound and with horn;
His kinsman unheeded is toiling hard by,
“Poverty parts good company.”
Baron and kinsman have sickened and died,
Scutcheoned and plumed is the hearse of pride;
But a coffin of plain elm tree,
Must bear this proud hearse company.
Scutcheoned and plumed is the hearse of pride;
But a coffin of plain elm tree,
Must bear this proud hearse company.
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Into the same dark vault they thrust
The rich man's clay and the poor man's dust;
Side by side again they lie,
In heaven, we are all of one company.
The rich man's clay and the poor man's dust;
Side by side again they lie,
In heaven, we are all of one company.
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