My Wealth

by Walter M. Lindsay

I am not poor, with love like thine;
Thou art the sunshine of my heart;
My empty cup is brimmed with wine,
When I remember what thou art.

In thy sweet face my future lies,
Thy words an endless music are;
And hope has kindled in thine eyes,
The light that guides me near and far.

What though I own nor house, nor land,
Nor sway the minds of kindred men,
While I a wealth of heart command,
Which spent, returns to me again!


Copyright 1856
D. Appleton And Company,
346 And 348 Broadway
New York
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