"How good God is to me," he said; <br />"For have I not a mansion tall, <br />With trees and lawns of velvet tread, <br />And happy helpers at my call? <br />With beauty is my life abrim, <br />With tranquil hours and dreams apart; <br />You wonder that I yield to Him <br />That best of prayers, a grateful heart?" <br /> <br />"How good God is to me," he said; <br />"For look! though gone is all my wealth, <br />How sweet it is to earn one's bread <br />With brawny arms and brimming health. <br />Oh, now I know the joy of strife! <br />To sleep so sound, to wake so fit. <br />Ah yes, how glorious is life! <br />I thank Him for each day of it." <br /> <br />"How good God is to me," he said; <br />"Though health and wealth are gone, it's true; <br />Things might be worse, I might be dead, <br />And here I'm living, laughing too. <br />Serene beneath the evening sky <br />I wait, and every man's my friend; <br />God's most contented man am I . . . <br />He keeps me smiling to the End."<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-contented-man/
