Poems (Baldwyn)/Poor and Rich
POOR AND RICH.
'I'm poor to-day,' the humble worm
May murmur as it creeps along:
It knows not that it hath the germ
Of brighter life,—the gay, the strong,
Contemptuous wreak the cruel wrong.
But soon it rises bright and fair
A butterfly in heaven's pure air.
Then flattering chase the heartless throng!
May murmur as it creeps along:
It knows not that it hath the germ
Of brighter life,—the gay, the strong,
Contemptuous wreak the cruel wrong.
But soon it rises bright and fair
A butterfly in heaven's pure air.
Then flattering chase the heartless throng!