Whoever builds a mighty name
And fills the country with his fame,
Who seeks and uses earthly power
To make a stately triumph hour,
Who rears a mansion rich and high
To frown against the kindly sky,
If he has not found happiness
Is still a failure none the less.
Whoever dwells in humble walls
Where only toilsome care befalls,
Who plans when dear ones are in bed
Where shall be found to-morrow’s bread,
To cheer whose heart Life only brings
The humble joy of simple things,
If happiness has crowned his name,
He is successful just the same.