My all I carry with me everywhere: The presence of the Lord on land and sea, The love of dear ones close enfolding me, -- My patrimony, these; and, blest, I bear For pictures, eyes to which the world is fair; For book, the nearest thing, whate'er it be; For gold, the mind that scorns its sovereignty; For bed of ease, a soul God-freed from care. For work, I have the task that next me lies; For tools, I have my hands, my tongue, my brain; For comrades in my toil, the trees, the skies; And wide eternity is my domain! I'll not exchange the very least of these For all the wealth in all the lands and seas! |