Not the soft sighs of vernal gales, <br />The fragrance of the flowery vales, <br />The murmurs of the crystal rill, <br />The vocal grove, the verdant hill; <br />Not all their charms, though all unite, <br />Can touch my bosom with delight. <br /> <br />Not all the gems on India's shore, <br />Not all Peru's unbounded store, <br />Not all the power, nor all the fame, <br />That heroes, kings, or poets claim; <br />Nor knowledge which the learn'd approve, <br />To form one wish my soul can move. <br /> <br />Yet Nature's charms allure my eyes, <br />And knowledge, wealth, and fame I prize; <br />Fame, wealth, and knowledge I obtain, <br />Nor seek I Nature's charms in vain; <br />In lovely Stella all combine, <br />And, lovely Stella! thou art mine.<br /><br />Samuel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-114/
