Gift
by: James Thomson

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 sea nor shore shall fail.

Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read;
An his home is bright with a calm delight,
Though the room be poor indeed.

Give a man a girl he can live,
As I, O my love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate,
At home, on land, on sea.

(when the loneliness comes this morning…)