CONTENTMENT
.
Whilst
I
beneath
this
silent
shade
,
Contented
sit
and
sing
,
I
envy
not
the
great
their
joys
,
That
from
their
riches
spring
.
Let
those
who
have
in
courts
been
bred
,
There
still
in
splendor
shine
;
Their
lot
of
bliss
may
not
surpass
,
Perhaps
not
equal
mine
,
While
no
unwelcome
visitants
,
My
solitude
invade
;
The
monarch
is
not
more
secure
,
Than
I
beneath
this
shade
.
These
friendly
trees
on
either
side
,
From
heat
a
shelter
stand
;
The
white
rose
on
the
brier
hangs
,
And
seems
t'
invite
my
hand
.
Ah
!
rose
,
no
longer
to
my
eyes
Thy
pow'rful
charms
display
,
For
I've
a
sweeter
flow'r
than
you
,
And
one
that
looks
more
gay
.