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Drawing Room Songs
by
F. Nicholls Crouch,
Lecturer & Professor of Music
Musical Director of the Philadelphia
Oratorio & Madrigal Society.
No. 11 of 12
"Poverty" (1856)
Ballad
Composed and dedicated to his friend
Miss E. L. Boyden
(of Reading)
by
Frederick Nicholls Crouch, 1808-1896

Philadelphia: John Marsh, New Masonic Templel, Chestnut St.
[Source: 128/088@Levy]

They say that thou art poor, Louise! 
And so I know thou art! 
But what is wealth to noble minds, 
Or riches in the heart! 
With all the wealth of India’s mines, 
Can one great deed be bought? 
Or can a kingdom’s ransom bring, 
One pure, and holy! thought? 
One pure, and holy! holy! thought, 
One pure, and holy! thought. 
No! vain your boasted treasurer, 
Though earth to gold is giv’n, 
Gold, at this hour divine love, 
To holy echoes giv’n, 
Let thy true vows and mine love, 
Be register’d in heav’n! 
Let thy true vows and mine, love, 
Be register’d in heav’n!