The Happy Man.

By day, no biting cares assail1
My peaceful, calm, contented breast ;2
By night, my slumbers never fail3
Of welcome rest.4
Soon as the Sun, with orient beams,5
Gilds the fair chambers of the Day,6
Musing, I trace the murmuring streams7
That wind their way.8
Around me Nature fills the scene9
With boundless plenty and delight ;10
And touched with joy sincere, serene,11
I bless the sight.12
I bless the kind creating Power13
Exerted thus for frail mankind ;14
At whose command descends the shower,15
And blows the wind.16
Happy the man who thus at ease,17
Content with that which Nature gives ;18
Him guilty terrors never seize ;19
He truly lives.20