Here you will find the Poem Contentmen of poet Ada Cambridge
Contentment! 'Tis a virtue, sages say ? The ?trivial round and common task? to ply, Nor for a wider walk of life to sigh Than we were born to; humbly, day by day, The proper meed of reverence to pay Our high-placed ?betters? ? not to kick and cry Against injustice, but to do or die As custom rules. Shall we that rule obey? Not till our day is done and we lie dead, With no more power to wield a pen or sword For rights denied, against the might of wrong; Not while our starving brothers are unfed, And rampant tyranny still stalks abroad, And we can help the weak against the strong.
