| Tis not enough that poverty
Should place me 'neath your station, So you can look below and see My humbly clad condition. You were not sated with the thought That you are far superior; But cruelly and basely sought To make me feel inferior. And told to all the city through The unkind trick you played me. I thought you friend, I took as true The words which so betray me. You smile and sneer and laugh with scorn And cunningly decry me, And closely scan my clothes so worn Whenever you pass by me. __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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