My needs are simple, and my wishes few;
Content within my earthly acred plot,
Green burgeoned fields to daily here purview –
Graineries full with all the life I sought.
Happiest yet to greet the morning sun
Or sing a song unto the rising moon;
Sweet joy to rest, when daily toil is done,
And then to sleep in peace with dreams festooned.
Dear mother earth, you gave to me your best
And I lived sure, fair coddled in your arms,
For tears of joy and sorrow watered but
The golden flowers of tomorrow’s loam.
To live, to give, to grow and then to die
I thank you nought, but with a heartfelt sigh.
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