God gave a Loaf to every Bird
But just a Crumb — to Me
I dare not eat it — tho' I starve
My poignant luxury

To own it — touch it
Prove the feat — that made the Pellet mine
Too happy — for my Sparrow's 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