With blessings God’s earth like a garner is stored.
2.
You blame your condition; by Jove I was never
So placed that I could not with pride be a man;
At rest or afloat on life’s far-sounding river,
Content was my watchword, enjoyment my plan.
Where busy men bustle, to elbow and jostle
What sport! then at home how delightful repose!
What comfort and pleasure your body to measure
At large in the elbow-chair, toasting your toes!