THE SECRET TO BLISS
The great error in composition
Was an aversion to all profitable labor.
Not from the want of perseverance;
For he would fish all day,
Carry a fowling piece on his shoulders for hours.
He would never refuse to assist a neighbor,
And was ready to attend to anybody’s business
But his own.
His children were ragged and wild.
He, however was one of those happy mortals;
Who take the world easy and
Whistled life away
In perfect contentment.