Eugene Field,
John Smith, U.S.A
“ The pine trees, the copse and the brook for Tityrus ever went sobbing. Tityrus— Meliboeus, what else could I do? Fate doled me no morsel of pity; My toil was all in vain the year through, no matter how earnest or clever, Till, at last, came that god among men—that king from that wonderful city, And quoth: "Take your homesteads again—they are yours and your assigns forever!" Meliboeus— Happy, oh, happy old man! rich in what's better than money— Rich in contentment, you can gather sweet peace by mere listening ”
