Poverty and Love

These little Evils, and a thousand such,
Which the proud poor will ever feel too much,
Touch not the heart, or transient is the Touch.
Fly Reason's Voice; but, oh! the pain to prove
That dreadful Union, Poverty and Love;
To dream of mutual Joy and raise the Mind
To all things noble, generous and refin'd;
Above the low-born Cares of Life to dwell;
To be more blest than human tongue can tell;
With golden Hope, that soothes all Care the while,
And construes every Look and every Smile--
And all at once the golden Vision fled,
To find cold Truth and feel the want of Bread!