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Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the
faces of the poor? saith the read more
What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the
faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.
As society advances the standard of poverty rises.
As society advances the standard of poverty rises.
The mother of revolution and crime is poverty
The mother of revolution and crime is poverty
It is poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.
It is poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.
Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.
Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.
