CONTENT.

My days they roll pleasant and fair,
My nights from uneasiness free;
My mind's not distracted by care,
No charms has ambition for me.
With joy I salute the bright sun,
When he shines in the eastern sky;
Nor grieve when his race he has run;—
Then who so contented as I?

My love she is gentle and kind,
And vows she‘lt for ever prove true;
An angel in person and mind—
In truth she is rivall'd by few.
While innocence smiles in my home,
And love gives a charm to each joy,
From my humble roof‘d cot I‘ll ne‘er roam;—
Then who so contented as I?


FINIS.



This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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