How is it that men pray their earthly lot
May be‘ content and happiness’? Dire foes
Without one common trait which kinship shows
I hold these two. Contentment comes when sought,
While Happiness pursued was never caught.
But, sudden, storms the heart with mighty throes
Whenceforth, mild eyed Content affrighted goes,
To seek some calmer heart, less danger fraught.
Bold Happiness knows but one rival — Fear;
Who follows ever on his footsteps, sent
By jealous Fate who calls great joy a crime.
While in far ways‘ mong leaves just turning sere,
With gaze serene and placid, walks Content.
No heart ere held these two guests at one time.