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 neither sea nor shore shall fail.
Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read,
And his name is bright with a calm delight,
Though the room may be poor indeed.
Give a man a girl he can love,
As I, O my love, love thee,
And his great with the pulse of fate,
At home, on land, on sea.
-By James Thompson
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