Poem★★★★
Contentment, rosy dimpled fair, Thou brightest daughter of the sky; Why dost thou to the hut repair, And from the gilded palace fly ? I’ve traced thee to the shepherd’s cheek, I’ve marked thee in the milk-maid’s smile; I’ve heard thee loudly laugh and speak, Amid the sons of want and toil. But in the circles of the great, Where fortune’s gifts are all combined, I’ve sought thee early, sought thee late, Yet ne’er thy lofty form could find. Since then from wealth and pomp ye flee, I ask but competence and thee.
The point
Contentment dwells with humble people but flees the wealthy and powerful; the speaker seeks only competence and contentment.
Scripture
Philippians 4:11
Audience
Adults
Tone
Peaceful · Reflective
To tell aloud
under a minute · 93 words
Subjects