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BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
" Man wants but little here below.”
ITTLE I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone,
That I may call my own;
Plain food is quite enough for me ;
Three courses are as good as ten;-
Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
I care not much for gold or land ;
Give me a mortgage here and there,
Or trifling railroad share, -
Honors are silly toys, I know,
And titles are but empty names ;
I would, perhaps, be Plenipo, —
But only near St. James ; I'm very sure I should not care To fill our Gubernator's chair.
Jewels are bawbles ; 't is a sin
To care for such unfruitful things ;
Some, not so large, in rings, -
I laugh at show.
My dames should dress in cheap attire ;
(Good, heavy silks are never dear ;) I own perhaps I might desire
Some shawls of true Cashmere, Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.
I would not have the horse I drive
So fast that folks must stop and stare; An easy gait — two, forty-five –
Suits me; I do not care; Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt.
Of pictures, I should like to own
Titians and Raphaels three or four, — I love so much their style and tone,
One Turner, and no more, (A landscape, - foreground golden dirt, The sunshine painted with a squirt.)
Of books but few, some fifty score
For daily use, and bound for wear ;