Your Riches Taught Me Poverty. Myself A Millionnaire In Little Wealths, -- As Girls Could Boast, -- Till Broad As Buenos Ayre, You Drifted Your Dominions A Different Peru; And I Esteemed All Poverty, For Life'S Estate With You. Of Mines I Little Know, Myself, But Just The Names Of Gems, -- The Colors Of The Commonest; And Scarce Of Diadems So Much That, Did I Meet The Queen, Her Glory I Should Know: But This Must Be A Different Wealth, To Miss It Beggars So. I 'M Sure 'T Is India All Day To Those Who Look On You Without A Stint, Without A Blame, -- Might I But Be The Jew! I 'M Sure It Is Golconda, Beyond My Power To Deem, -- To Have A Smile For Mine Each Day, How Better Than A Gem! At Least, It Solaces To Know That There Exists A Gold, Although I Prove It Just In Time Its Distance To Behold! It 'S Far, Far Treasure To Surmise, And Estimate The Pearl That Slipped My Simple Fingers Through While Just A Girl At School!