JT-29-THOUGHTS OF RETIREMENT.

THOUGHTS OF RETIREMENT.

O could I find some distant spot,
Amid wild nature’s bowers,
’Tis there I’d build my humble cot,
And spend remaining hours.

I need not then forget to sleep,
Nor should my soul repine,
For cruel wrongs I need not weep,
Nor blush for deeds not mine.

The richest man I’d envy not,
With all his silken pride,
I’d pity his unhappy lot,
With servants at his side.

His gold, his purple and his lace,
And all his pompous store,
Will run him through all airy race,
And leave him wretched, poor.

I want my portion, not of dross,
Nor outward gaudy show,
What this proud world esteems but loss,
And melancholy woe.

A golden treasure safe in heaven,
A crown of glory there,
The crimes committed be forgiven,
My Savior’s image bear.