Land in the Ocean/The All of Life
THE ALL OF LIFE.
When first this humble roof I knew,With various cares I strove?My grain was scarce my sheep were few,My all of life was love.
By mutual toil our board was dress'd, The spring our drink bestow'd;But, when the lip the brim had prest,The cup with nectar flow'd.
Content and peace the dwelling shar'd,No other guest came nigh: In them was given (tho' gold was spur'd)What gold could never buy.
No value has a splendid cot,But as the means to proveThat from the castle to the cotThe all of life is love.