And he could find sweet music in the sounding of the seas,
And he could joy in wintry snows,
And summer’s sunny weather,
And tell you all the names of those
Who frolic in the heather.
He nothing knew of sciences,
Of art, or eke of letters;
Nor of those strange appliances
That fill the world with debtors:
But happiness he knew right well; he knew from A to Z