Classic Poem

It's not so much the things without,
The things you may possess,
As money, riches, houses, land,
That make for happiness;
Although the world may think so
And seeks to thus attain,
Or strives for other outward things—
At last we find them in vain.

A mind that's filled with noble thoughts,
A heart that's fixed on God;
A will to do the honest things
And walk where Jesus trod;
A purpose great, an aim that's high,
A soul that's clear of sin—
This brings a happiness so sweet,
And springs up from within!