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A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A modest lot—A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!
A sailors business is the shore, Very true yet amazing expression.
on satiety...should be complacent...should seek the next approach in life....like a lot-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......keeping the soul alive...we need only our daily bread....enjoyed..