The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest. - John Vance Cheney

Not in the time of pleasure
Hope doth set her bow;
But in the sky of sorrow,
Over the vale of woe.

Through gloom and shadow look we
On beyond the years!
The soul would have no rainbow
Had the eyes no tears.

Not in the time of pleasure Hope doth set her bow; But in the sky of sorrow, Over the vale of woe. Through gloom and shadow look we On beyond the years! The soul would have no rainbow Had the eyes no tears.

Who drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way.