Contentment

 Bed and bread are all I need
 In my happy day;
Love of Nature is my creed,
 Unto her I pray;
Sun and sky my spirit feed
 On my happy way.


To no man I bow the head,
 None may master me;
I will eat my crust of bread
 Lauding liberty;
And upon my truckle bed
 Glory to be free.


You who grab for sordid gold,
 You who fight for fame,
Shiny dross your fingers hold,
 Empty is your aim.

--Soon we fatten graveyard mould,
 Rich and poor the same.


So from world of want and woe
 I retreat with dread;
Tuned to Nature glad I go
 With my bite of bread:
Praising God I lay me low
 On my truckle bed.

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