So Peter ask’d.—“’Tis not,” she said, “for us,
Their Honours’ inward feelings to discuss;
But, if they’re happy, they would still confess
’Tis not these things that make their happiness.
“Look from this window! at his work behold
Yon gardener’s helper—he is poor and old,
He not one thing of all you see can call 540
His own; but, haply, he o’erlooks them all.
Hear him! he whistles through his work, or stops
But to admire his labours and his crops.