The Millionaire - Henry Edward Warner

The Millionaire - Henry Edward Warner

I found this in my grandfather Alma G. Smith 'Gramps' things, written in his own handwriting.  
It embodies the happiness that he had and the joy he found in the simple things in life. 

I've got my name on the river,
I've got my name on the sea,
I've got my name on the summer skies,
They all belong to me.

I've got my name on the violets
That grow in their corner fair
I've got my name on the gardens
They are all mine to share.

I've got my name on the singing birds
That mate when the spring is new
But I won't be selfish with all these things
I'll share them friend, with you.

There is no deed to the river
There is no deed to the sea
Not all the power in the world
Can take their joys from me.

There is no fence in the heavens.
No vaults hold the sunset gold
And the earth is mine, and the heavens
Are forever mine to hold

And though I may be a pauper
And stand in my rags apart
I'm richer than all the Kings there are,
If peace is in my heart.

The stars are my thousand jewels
And life is my bread and wine
And all that I see is made for me
And all that I love is mine.