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Psyche Loves Me

I have no gold, no lands, no robes of splendor,

No crowd of sycophants to siege my door;

But fortune in one thing at least is tender--For Psyche loves me!

Could I ask for more?

I have no fame, nor to the height of

Will my poor name on tireless pinions soar;

Yet Fate has never drawn my hate upon her--For Psyche loves me1!

Could I ask for more?

I have no station, know no high position,

And never yet the robes of office wore;

Yet I can well afford to scorn ambition--For Psyche loves me!

Could I ask for more?

I have no beauty--beauty has forsworn me,

On others wasting all her charming store:

Yet I lack nothing now which could adorn me--For Psyche loves me!

Could I ask for more?

I have no learning--in nor school nor

Could I abide o'er quaint old tomes to pour;

But this I know which passeth all your knowledge--That Psyche loves me!

Could I ask for more?

Now come what may, or loss or shame or sorrow,

Sickness, ingratitude or treachery sore,

I laugh today and heed not for the morrow--For Psyche loves me--and I ask no more.

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Thomas Dunn English

Thomas Dunn English (June 29, 1819 – April 1, 1902) was an American Democratic Party politician from New Jersey who represented the state's 6th …

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