I Care Not, Fortune, What You Me Deny:
You Cannot Rob Me Of Free Nature's Grace,
You Cannot Shut The Windows Of The Sky
Through Which Aurora Shows Her Brightening Face
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
-- The Castle of Indolence, Canto ii, Stanza 3
