“No idle gold — since this fine sun, my friend,

 Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.

 

 No prescious stones — since these green mornings show,

 Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go.

 

 No lifeless books — since birds with their sweet tongues

 Will read aloud to me their happier songs.

 

“No painted scenes — since clouds can change their skies

  A hundred times a day to please my eyes.

 

  No headstrong wine — since, when I drink, the spring

  Into my eager ears will softly sing.

 

  No surplus clothes — since every simple beast

  Can teach me to be happy with the least.”

                                           -William Henry Davies

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Photo by Myra Lambino, Griffith Park Observatory, Los Angeles, California