As it is, plenty

As it is, plenty;

As it's admitted

The children happy

And the car, the car

That goes so far

And the wife devoted:

To this as it is,

To the work and the banks

Let his thinning hair

And his hauteur

Give thanks, give thanks.

All that was thought

As like as not, is not

When nothing was enough

But love, but love

And the rough future

Of an intransigent nature

And the betraying smile,

Betraying, but a smile:

That that is not, is not;

Forget, Forget.

Let him not cease to praise

Then his spacious days;

Yes, and the success

Let him bless, let him bless:

Let him see in this

The profits larger

And the sins venal,

Lest he see as it is

The loss as major

And final, final.