Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/The Poor
CHAPTER V.
THE FÊTE AT SIR ROBERT WALPOLE'S.
Few, save the poor, feel for the poor:
The rich know not how hard
It is to be of needful food
And needful rest debarred.
Their paths are paths of plenteousness,
They sleep on silk and down;
And never think how heavily
The weary head lies down.
They know not of the scanty meal,
With small pale faces round;
No fire upon the cold damp hearth
When snow is on the ground.
They never by the window lean,
And see the gay pass by;
Then take their weary task again,
But with a sadder eye.
Blanchard’s title is:
THE POOR
From The Widow’s Mite in Fisher’s Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836
In The New York Mirror (17th February 1838), as The Rich and the Poor