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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I saw an old cottage of clay,<br> And only of mud was the floor;<br>It was all falling into decay,<br> And the snow drifted in at the door.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet there a poor family dwelt,<br> In a hovel so dismal and rude;<br>And though gnawing hunger they felt,<br> They had not a morsel of food.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The children were crying for bread,<br> And to their poor mother they’d run;<br>‘Oh, give us some breakfast,’ they said,<br> Alas! their poor mother had none.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She viewed them with looks of despair,<br> She said (and I’m sure it was true),<br>‘’Tis not for myself that I care,<br> But, my poor little children, for you.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O then, let the wealthy and gay<br> But see such a hovel as this,<br>That in a poor cottage of clay<br> They may know what true misery is.<br>And what I may have to bestow<br> I never will squander away,<br>While many poor people I know<br> Around me are wretched as they.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jane+Taylor">Jane Taylor</a></strong></div>