New-York daily tribune., 1846-01-20
The Goddess of Poverty.
A BALLAD.

Tronsatsd from the Consnclo Of George Sand
Paths sanded with gold, verdant bealbs, ravlnes
loved by the wild goats great mountains cro"heu
with stars, wandering torrents imPeneueole iores's.
let the good goddess pass through, the uoouess Oh
Poverty! - oLo
1rayerses the world che dwells among men, she
travels singing and she singsworklng-th goddess
good Goddess of Poverty!
Some men assembled TO curse her. They found
her too beautiful, 100 gay too nm6ie and TOO sirong
"pluck out her wings" said they; 'chain her
bruse her with blows, that she may suter that she
NAV persh-ibe Goddess Of Poverty y
They have chained the good goddess, they have
beaten and prosecuted her; but they cannot dls-
grace her She has taken refuge in the soul OF po-
ts in the soul of peasants in the soul OF martyrs
in the soul of saints-the good goddess, Inc Goo-
dess Of Poverty
She has walked more than the Wandering Jew
she has travelled more than the swallow she is older
than the cathedral of Prague; she is younger than
the egg of the wren she has multiplied more upon
the earth than strawberries in Bohemian forests
the goddess, the good Goddess o! Poverty!
She has many children, and she teaches them the
secret Of God. She talked to the heart OF Jesus
upon the mountain to the eyes Of Queen Lebussa,
when she became enumored Of laborer to the
spirit of John and of Jerome upon the funeral pile
Of Constance. She knows more than all the doc.
tors and all the bishops-the good Goddess OF
Poverty!
She always makes tue RrduueSl anu nosl
ful things thst upon the earth 1t ls she VINO
has cultivated the fields and pruned the trees 1t is
she who tends the hocks, singing the most beautiful
airs; il is she who the first peep OF dawn. and
receives the last smile OF evenlng-the good God
dess of Poverty
Ills she who builds the cabin of the wood.cuter
with green boughs, and gives TO the preacher the
glance Of the eagle; II ls she VINO rears the most
beautiful nrchins and makes the spade aud the piow
light In the hands of the old man--the good Goddess
of Poverty
Ii is she who inspires the poet. and makes The
violin the guitar and the hu,e, eloquent under the
fngers of the wandering artist; II Is she who car
ries him on her light wing from the source OF the
Moldau TO that Of the Danube IL is she who crowns
his hair with pearls of dew, and makes the stars
shine for him more large and more clear-the god
doss, the good Goddess OF Poverty
Il is she who instructs the ingenious artisan
who teaches him to hew stone, 10 carve marble. to
fashion gold, silver brass and iron it is she who
renders the flax supple and fine hair, from the
fingers of the old mother or OF The young glrl-the
good Goddess of Poverty
II is che who sustains the cottage shaken by the
storm il is she who rosin Tor the torch, and
oil for the lamp ii is she who kneeds bread for the
family, and weavcs garments ior Summer and w ln-
ter; il is she who feeds and maintains the world
the good Goddess OF Poverty!
II is she who has built the grand churches and the
old cathedrals; is she who carries the sabre and
the gun who makes and conquests. IL is she
the conquered-lhe good Goddess oil Poverty
Thou ali gentlencss, all patience, all strength
and all compassion o, good goddess 1t is thou who
unitese all thy children in holy love. and who Civ
est to them faith, hope and charity-O, Goddess OF
Poverty >,
Thy children will cease one day TO carry the world
upon their shoulders; they will be recompensed for
their trouble and toll. The time approaches when
there will be neither rich poor when all men
shall consume the fruits of the earth and equally
enjoy the gifts of God but thou wilt not be forgot
ten in their hymns-O. good Goddess of Poverty
They will remember that thou vert their fruitful
mother, their robust and their church militant
They will pour balm upon thy wounds, and they
will make the rejuvenated aud embalmed earth 9
bed where thou canst at last repose-O good God
dess of Poverty!
Until the day of the Lord, torrents and forests
mountains aud valleys heaths swarming with little
flowers and little birds, paths which have no mas
GERS and sanded with god-et pass the good god
dess the Goddess of Poverty!