o! what misfortune o'er the head may fall
of he who must the laborer's life hate
of he who deaf'd his ear to labor's call
of he who in such calamitous state

can buy nor shoe for foot nor hat for pate
what wants the man who for all wanting goes
but that which he finds furnished by fair fate
but that which from the fertile earth up-grows

or that which from her arteries out-flows?
o! painful life of living on the cheap
whose poverty and peace he freely chose,
your treasures transcendant he now may reap.