Excerpt from Homes for the Homeless Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay 'tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a plundered and a happy land. Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore, And shouting folly hails them from her shore; Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around; Yet count our gains: this wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.