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Sunday, December 11, 2011
She Smiles for Few
George Crabbe (1754-1832), The Village 1.136-139:
Where Plenty smiles—alas! she smiles for few— And those who taste not, yet behold her store, Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore, The wealth around them makes them doubly poor.