Contentment, or, If You Please, Confession

O could we always live and love,
And always be sincere,
I would not wish for heaven above,
My heaven would be here.

Though many Countries I have seen,
And more may chance to see,
My little Corner of the World
Is half the World to me.

The other half, as you may guess,
America contains,
And thus between them I possess
The whole world for my pains.

I’m then contented with my lot,
I can no happier be,
For neither World, I’m sure, has got
So rich a man as me.

Then send no fiery Chariot down
To take me off from hence,
But leave me on my heavenly ground —
— This prayer is Common Sense.

Let others chuse another plan,
I mean no fault to find,
The true Theology of man
Is happiness of mind.