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!
D. Appleton And Company,
346 And 348 Broadway