No gold nor silver, weights my needy purse Spun silk and finery I have no need Such poverty of wealth be not God's curse For bless'd the man who covets not for greed My wealth is in the lilies of the field The colors of the sunsets thrill my soul Fruit trees and animals provide their yield And stewardship to nature is my toll But verdant forests do not warm a bed The moon and stars, though friends, are silent stones And lonely is the footpath which I tread For one true heart, I'd share my pauper's throne A golden heart and pauper's paradise For love and happiness, a humble price Daniel Turner