Classic Poem

Hear, O Fortune, prithee hear —
To my pleading lend an ear:
I come asking not for gold
More than can my coffers hold;
I seek not a bank-account
Of a fabulous amount;
Jewels brilliant, gems galore,
I have little liking for!
I don't want of L.s.d.
So much that 'twill worry me;
Acres broad, and real estate,
Vaults all bulging with the weight
Of the bonds of steel and oil
For which countless thousands toil.
Stocks that rise and stocks that fall
Don't appeal to me at all —
But the burden of my prayer
Is ENOUGH , and some to spare!

Give me this, with Love, and Song,
And I guess I'll get along.