All of Life is Love

When first this humble roof I knew, With various cares I strove, My grain was scarce, my sheep were few, My all of life was love. By mutual toil our board was dress'd, The spring our drink bestow'd; But when her lip the brim had press'd, The cup with nectar flow'd.

Content and peace the dwelling shar'd, No other guest came nigh, In them was giv'n (tho' gold was spar'd) What gold could never buy. No value has a splendid lot, But as the means to prove That from the castle to the cot, The all of life is love.