 | Juvenile poems on various subjects |  |
Pale Avarice was seen with looks of care,
And clasp'd her bags with never-ceasing fear.
Close foll'wing her a wretched spectre came,
With tatter'd garments, Poverty her name,
In vain her search t' elude still Avarice strives,
Amidst her store in endless want she lives.
And clasp'd her bags with never-ceasing fear.
Close foll'wing her a wretched spectre came,
With tatter'd garments, Poverty her name,
In vain her search t' elude still Avarice strives,
Amidst her store in endless want she lives.
| Juvenile poems on various subjects | |