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Bed and bread are all I need
          In my happy day;
Love of Nature is my creed,
          Unto her I pray;
Sun and sky my spirit feed
          On my happy way.

To no man I bow the head,
          None may master me;
I will eat my crust of bread
          Lauding liberty;
And upon my truckle bed
          Glory to be free.

You who grab for sordid gold,
          You who fight for fame,
Shiny dross your fingers hold,
          Empty is your aim.
--Soon we fatten graveyard mould,
          Rich and poor the same.

So from world of want and woe
          I retreat with dread;
Tuned to Nature glad I go
          With my bite of bread:
Praising God I lay me low
          On my truckle bed.

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 5 Dec 2008 12:12 PM | Viewed: 2471 times

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