I HAVE A ROSE O’ER MY DOOR 
Jf 
My friend has lands of vast estate, 
And many goods of earthly store, 
But I have roses o’er my gate 
And love to greet me at the door. 
We both are rich, my friend and I, 
Though each one thinks the other poor, 
He owns the land, I claim the sky; 
Whose treasures are the more secure? 
Mine are the blossoms and the dawn, 
The raptured song of every bird 
When sunrise gems the dewy lawn; 
His heart a thrush has never stirred. 
Mine are the beauties of the wood, 
Rare sunsets and soft crooning rain; 
My neighbor never understood 
Pan piping down a June brimmed lane. 
And he has troubles for his part 
That vex and worry him the while 

I have contentment in my heart, 
The thrill that comes when babies smile. 
But he is rich and I am poor, 
So we are gauged by worldly rate; 
Yet you would follow me, I’m sure, 
Where Love trails roses o'er the gate. 
