One ship foundered out at sea,—and another met the pirate,—
And so, with broken fortunes, men discreetly shunned him.
He was a stricken stag, and went to hide away in solitude,
And there in humility, he thought,—he resolved, and promptly acted:
From the wreck of all his splendours, from the dregs of the goblet of affluence,
He saved with management a morsel and a drop, for his daily cup and platter:
And lo, that little was enough, and in enough was competence;
His cares were gone,—he slept by night, and lived at peace by day;
Cured of his guilty selfishness,—money's love, envy, competition,—
He lived to be thankful in a cottage that he had lost a palace: