THE DIFFERENCE.
I know that fortune's happier star
Has marked for you a brighter lot,
Has wrapped your life from wound and scar,
And bid earth's shadows be forgot,—
While I, outside the charmèd gate,
Have learned to struggle, toil, and wait.
Has marked for you a brighter lot,
Has wrapped your life from wound and scar,
And bid earth's shadows be forgot,—
While I, outside the charmèd gate,
Have learned to struggle, toil, and wait.
I know that to your baby brow
The golden crown of wealth was given,
The golden wand, whose mandates bow
More hearts than either God or heaven,—
While I, in poor but proud content,
Have coined my fortunes as I went.
The golden crown of wealth was given,
The golden wand, whose mandates bow
More hearts than either God or heaven,—
While I, in poor but proud content,
Have coined my fortunes as I went.
I know you boast ancestral earls,
And scutcheoned shield and blazoned pride,
Thus heralding to earth's poor churls
How long ago your heroes died,—
While I, no aid from friend or pelf,
Begin my record with myself.
And scutcheoned shield and blazoned pride,
Thus heralding to earth's poor churls
How long ago your heroes died,—
While I, no aid from friend or pelf,
Begin my record with myself.
