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God gave a loaf to every bird, / But just a crumb to me; / I dare not eat it, though I starve, -- / My poignant luxury / To own it, touch it, prove the feat / That made the pellet mine, -- / Too happy in my sparrow chance / For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around, / I could not miss an ear, / Such plenty smiles upon my board, / My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel, -- / An Indiaman -- an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb / Am sovereign of them all.