Cling to thy home! if there the meanest shed
Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head,
And some poor plot, with vegetables stored,
Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy hoard,
Unsavourv bread, and herbs that scattered grow
Wild on the river brink or mountain brow.
Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide
More heart's repose than all the world beside.
Leonidas (540-480 BC) Greece
Translated by Robert Bland
Source: The world's best poetry, Bliss Carman, J.D. Morris and Co, 1904
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