No shadows cast by avarice or pride Darken this countryside; That tyrant trinity, fame, wealth, and power Have somehow lost their spell. Each passing hour Bears costlier freight than theirs, the gifts divine - Health, gratitude, content. Those gifts are mine So why should reckless wastrels pity me With all my wealth, in Wellfleet by the sea? PRINTED BY THE CAPE CODDER PRINTERY ORLEANS, MASSACHUSETTS Transcriber’s Notes Perceived typographical errors have been silently corrected. Unusual punctuation has been retained as printed.