God gave a Loaf to every Bird — But just a Crumb — to Me — I dare not eat it — tho` I starve — My poignant luxury — To own it — touch it — Prove the feat — that made the Pellet mine — Too happy — for my Sparrow`s chance — For Ampler Coveting — It might be Famine — all around — I could not miss an Ear — Such Plenty smiles upon my Board — My Garner shows so fair — I wonder how the Rich — may feel — An Indiaman — An Earl — I deem that I — with but a Crumb — Am Sovereign of them all —SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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