Written by Marie Walton Blashfield
as Published in Gems of Poesy 1907

My Neighbor lives in her mansion grand
At the top of "Nobility Hill
And I in my cottage down below
Just across from the old stone mill.
She dresses in silk and velvet and lace
With rings on her fair white hands;
While I am dressed in a calico gown
And my hands are brown and tanned.

My neighbors home is stately and grand,
But it's cold and silent as well;
With no rollicking boys to make a noise
Or their joys and woes to tell.
With brussels carpet her floors are adorned,
and much to fine to use;
While mine are bare , and often marred
By the print of muddy shoes

But my neighbors heart is heavy and sad,
And her face is lined with care;
Her husband spends his evenings away
And she shudders and wonders--where?
But his face is red and bloated and coarse,
And he's growing old to soon;
He spends his time and money as well
Down in the "corner saloon"

So I do not envy my neighbor's home
At the top of "Nobility Hill"
For I love my little cottage-home
And the view of the old stone mill.
My husband spends his evenings at home
Along with his rollicking boys,
And life flows by like a merry song,
With nothing to mars its joys.

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