GIVE a man a horse he can ride, 
   Give a man a boat he can sail; 
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health, 
   On sea nor shore shall fail. 

Give a man a pipe he can smoke, 
   Give a man a book he can read: 
And his home is bright with a calm delight, 
   Though the room be poor indeed. 

Give a man a girl he can love, 
   As I, O my love, love thee; 
And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate, 
   At home, on land, on sea.