Wealth is not the things we own, the

   stately house upon the hill,

Paintings, rugs, and tapestries, or serv-

   ants taught to do one’s will.

In luxury a man may dwell as lonely as

   in a prison cell. 

Wealth is not a plenteous purse, the

   bonds that one has stored away,

Boastful balance in a bank,, nor jew-

   elled baubles that fools display. 

Things that really gratify are the things

   that money cannot buy.

Wealth is health, a cheerful heart, an

   ear that hears the robin’s song,

A mind content, some treasured friends,

   and fragrant memories lingering long;

Living is an inward art.   All lasting

   wealth is in the heart.