IF we are poor and do not know
The numerous delights that flow
From horns of plenty choked with gold,
We lack as well the cares untold
That hand in hand with riches go.
We have our home wherein, although
The outer world be white with snow,
We keep our hearts from growing cold,
If we @3are@1 poor.
We can't go in for pomp and show,
But here are She and I, and O!
That dimpled little One-year-old!
Love's riches here are manifold.
Dear Lord, we pray Thee keep us so,
If @3we@1 are poor.
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