I am content—’tis all the wealth I need.
I love this rich and varied world of ours,
Adorn’d with sunbeams, moonlight, stars, and flowers;
I love another better, where I see
With eye of faith, bright things in store for me;
But when I think my Father made this earth
So beautiful, to be th’ abode of man,
O! then I love it well—perhaps too well.
How oft with tremulous delight I’ve gazed
Upon th’ unquiet ocean—while in sport