Happy the man that, when his day is done,
Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret–
The battle he has fought may not be won–
The fame he sought be just as fleeting yet;
Folding at last his hands upon his breast,
Happy is he, if hoary and forespent,
He sinks into the last, eternal rest,
Breathing these only works: “I am content.”
But happier he, that, while his blood is warm,
See hopes and friendships dead about him lie–
Bares his brave breast to envy’s bitter storm,
Nor shuns the poison barbs of calumny;
And ‘mid it all, stands sturdy and elate,
Girt only in the armor God hath meant
For him who ‘neath the buffetings of fate
Can say to God and man: “I am content.”
(Eugene Field)
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