299 br br Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. br Myself—a Millionaire br In little Wealths, as Girls could boast br Till broad as Buenos Ayre— br br You drifted your Dominions— br A Different Peru— br And I esteemed All Poverty br For Life's Estate with you— br br Of Mines, I little know—myself— br But just the names, of Gems— br The Colors of the Commonest— br And scarce of Diadems— br br So much, that did I meet the Queen— br Her Glory I should know— br But this, must be a different Wealth— br To miss it—beggars so— br br I'm sure 'tis India—all Day— br To those who look on You— br Without a stint—without a blame, br Might I—but be the Jew— br br I'm sure it is Golconda— br Beyond my power to deem— br To have a smile for Mine—each Day, br How better, than a Gem! br br At least, it solaces to know br That there exists—a Gold— br Altho' I prove it, just in time br Its distance—to behold— br br Its far—far Treasure to surmise— br And estimate the Pearl— br That slipped my simple fingers through— br While just a Girl at School.