Her

She holds mighty wishes

She holds the mighty pride

But why shall I be envied

For I possess her might

Worthless Virtues

Shimmering bright,

The brilliant sky,

A million jewels dwell inst,

A poor pauper dwells beneath,

In the light of the million beams,

But when the hunger grows within,

Can a jewel fall at him,

Buy him a wealth,

buy him a bread,

buy him a space to dwell in . . .