English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
Where I as poor as wretch can be, As great as any monarch he, Ere on such terms I'd mount his throne, I'd work my fingers to the bone.
Grant me, ye pow'rs (I ask not wealth) Grant me but innocence and health; Ah! what is grandeur link'd to vice? 'Tis only virtue gives it price.
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