No sickness can come near to blast my health;

My life depends not upon any meat;
My bread comes not from any human tilth;
No wings will grow upon my changeless wealth;
Wrong cannot touch it, violence or deceit;
Thou art my life, my health, my bank, my barn–
And from all other gods thou plain dost warn.


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