Happy the man, and happy he
alone,
He who can call
today his own:
He who, secure
within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for
I have lived today
Be fair or foul
or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed,
in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the
past has power,
But what has been, has been,
and I have had my hour. |
