What man can measure a contented heart,
What flaw or unit can compare.
A new born child in gods eyes,
Yet the second born is equal fair.

Can a smith who bore a coal from the same fire, hold it up to compare its flaws,
And clearly state "this is the finer hume".
Without splitting the t'other in half and bearing witness to its internal splendour,
Bereft of mans judgement,
and finding both as equal yet from different views.

And such is life, and such is hard to truly measure or judge a contented heart from the outside as men cannot see all entire as god alone can see.
As it has and always has been,
When he draws a stone from his eternal fire, and happy with the outcome casts it out onto a new uncharted foreign shoor.