Oh if it were not for my wife And family increase, How gladly would I close my life In monastery peace! A sweet and scented isle I know Where monks in muteness dwell, And there in sereness I would go And seek a cell. On milk and oaten meal I`d live, With carrot, kail and cheese; The greens that tiny gardens give, The bounty of the bees. Then war might rage, I would not know, Or knowing would not care: No echo of a world of woe Would irk me there. And I would be forgotten too As mankind I forgot; Read Shakespeare and the Bible through, And brood in quiet thought. Content with birds and trees and flowers In mellow age to find `Mid monastery`s holy hours God`s Peace of Mind.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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