I saw a man -- and envied him beside -- Because of this world's goods he had great store; But even as I envied him, he died, And left me envious of him no more.
I saw another man -- and envied still -- Because he was content with frugal lot; But as I envied him, the rich man's will Bequeathed him all, and envy I forgot.
Yet still another man I saw, and he I envied for a calm and tranquil mind That nothing fretted in the least degree -- Until, alas! I found that he was blind.
What vanity is envy! for I find I have been rich in dross of thought, and poor In that I was a fool, and lastly blind For never having seen myself before!
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