ENOUGH.
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me;I dare not eat it, though I starve,-- My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine, --Too happy in my sparrow 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.
