Few, save the poor, feel for the poor: <br />The rich know not how hard <br />It is to be of needful food <br />And needful rest debarred. <br /> <br />Their paths are paths of plenteousness, <br />They sleep on silk and down; <br />And never think how heavily <br />The weary head lies down. <br /> <br />They know not of the scanty meal, <br />With small pale faces round; <br />No fire upon the cold, damp hearth <br />When snow is on the ground. <br /> <br />They never by the window lean, <br />And see the gay pass by; <br />Then take their weary task again, <br />But with a sadder eye.<br /><br />Letitia Elizabeth Landon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-6/
