"Your Riches Taught Me Poverty."

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!