(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

A Plain Life

No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.

No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go.

No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.

No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.

No headstrong wine -- since, when I drink, the spring
Into my eager ears will softly sing.

No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast
Can teach me to be happy with the least.

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we have no time to see the wolds beauty . thank you for the poem.#
Life is always Plain until we wrote some thing on it. good poem
Life in whatever form it is it has its own benefit. A plain life as it may appear a simple one to us avails invaluable pleasure to the one who leads it. Great poem.
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