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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