When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You`ll long at last for slippered ease Beside a bonny hearth; A cosy cottage in the sun, A pleasant page to read - You`ll find when all is said and done, That`s nearly all you need. You may have pow-wowed with the Great And played a potent part In serious affairs of state, But now with quiet heart You bide beside a rosy fire And blether with a friend, Discovering that you require So little in the end. And all your days of fevered flight For glory, gold or gear Will seem so futile when the Night Draws dolorously near; And you will only ask to be With modest comfort blest, With sweetness of simplicity, With rich reward of rest.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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