Sunday, August 3, 2014


Give a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
 On sea nor shore shall fail.

Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
 Though the room be poor indeed.

 Give a man a girl he can love,
As I, 0 my love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate,
 At home, on land, on sea.
 James Thompson

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