English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
No glory I covet, no riches I want, Ambition is nothing to me, The one thing I beg of kind heaven to grant, Is a mind independent and free.
With passions unruffled, untainted with pride, by reason my life let me square; The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied, And the rest are but folly and care.
The blessings which Providence freely has lent, I'll justly and gratefully prize; Whilst sweet meditation and cheerful content, Shall make me both healthful and wise.
In the pleasures the great man's possessions display, Unenvied I'll challange my part; For every fair object my eyes can survey Contributes to gladden my heart.
How vainly, through infinite trouble and strife, The many their labours employ! Since all that is truly delightful in life Is what all, if they please, may enjoy.