Like playful brook, their free, clear flow,—
But why such joy I do not know;
For ’tis the coachman’s humble cot;—
The horses share his lowly lot:—
The same roof shelters beast and man;—
So prudently doth Dives plan!
Who here would look to see enshrin’d
A happy heart, a peaceful mind?
The fact exceeds my fancy’s range,—
Yet ’tis as true as it is strange;—