Chapter 141 ENOUGH.

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,