Knowledge that told him what he lost or gain’d. 30

He envied no man for his learning: he

Who was not rich, was poor with Barnaby;

But he for envy has no thought to spare,

Nor love nor hate—his heart is in his ware.

Happy the man whose greatest pleasure lies

In the fair trade by which he hopes to rise!

To him how bright the opening day, how blest

The busy noon, how sweet the evening rest!

To him the nation’s state is all unknown,