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Poverty

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TE this grinding poverty—    To toil, and pinch, and borrow,

And be for ever haunted by    The spectre of to-morrow.

It breaks the strong heart of a man,    It crushes out his spirit—Do what he will, do what he can,    However high his merit!

I hate the praise that Want has got    From preacher and from poet,

The cant of those who know it not    To blind the men who know it.

The greatest curse since man had birth,    An everlasting terror:

The cause of half the crime on earth,    The cause of half the error.

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Henry Lawson

Henry Archibald Hertzberg Lawson (17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922)[1] was an Australian writer and bush poet. Along with his contemporary Banjo …
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