CONTENTMENT
by
Oliver Wendell Holmes
1809 - 1894
" Man wants but little
here below."
Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone,
( a very plain brown stone will do, )
That I may call my own; ---
And close at hand is such a one,
In yonder street that fronts the sun.
Plain food is quite enough for me;
Three courses are as good as ten; ---
If Nature can subsist on three,
Thank Heaven for three. Amen !
I always thought cold victual nice; ---
My choice would be vanilla-ice.
I care not much for gold or land; ---
Give me a mortgage here and there, ---
Some good bank-stock, --- some note of hand,
Or trifling railroad share, ---
I only ask that Fortune send
A little more than I shall spend.
Honors are silly toys, I know,
And titles are but empty names;
I would, perhaps, be Plenipo, ---
But only near St. James;
I'm very sure I should not care
To fill our Gubernator's chair.
Jewels are bawbles; 't is a sin
To care for such unfruitful things; ---
One good-sized diamond in a pin, ---
Some, not so large, in rings, ---
A ruby, and a pearl, or so,
Will do for me; --- I laugh at show.
My dame should dress in cheap attire;
( Good, heavy silks are never dear; ) ---
I own perhaps I might desire
Some shawls of true Cashmere, ---
Some marrowy crapes of China silk,
Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.
I would not have the horse I drive
So fast that folks must stop and stare;
An easy gait --- two, forty-five ---
Suits me; I do not care; ---
Perhaps, for such a single spurt,
Some seconds less would do no hurt.
Of pictures, I should like to own
Titians and Raphaels three or four, ---
I love so much their style and tone, ---
One Turner, and no more,
( A landscape, --- foreground golden dirt, ---
The sunshine painted with a squirt. )
Of books but few, --- some fifty score
For daily use, and bound for wear;
The rest upon an upper floor; ---
Some little luxury there
Of red morocco's gilded gleam,
And vellum rich as country cream.
Busts, cameos, gems, --- such things as these,
Which others often show for pride,
I value for their power to please,
And selfish churls deride; ---
One Stradivarius, I confess,
Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess.
Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,
Nor ape the glittering upstart fool; ---
Shall not carved tables serve my turn,
But all must be of buhl?
Give grasping pomp its double share, ---
I ask but one recumbent chair.
Thus humble let me live and die,
Nor long for Midas' golden touch;
If Heaven more generous gifts deny,
I shall not miss them much, ---
Too grateful for the blessing lent
Of simple tastes and mind content !
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