Firm in the mind the feeblest shoot;
A truth, erewhile, this man of meal
By his example will reveal.
“True,” would he say, “I am not poor:
What then? may I not wish for more?
This paltry mill provides me food,
Keeps dame and I from famine—good!
Yet, mark the labour I endure,
A meagre living to secure.
’Tis lucky that I have my health,