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Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to read more
I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.
What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the
faces of the poor? saith the read more
What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the
faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
