Happy The Man Who Sees A God

Fate Steals Along With Silent Tread, Found Oftenest In What Least We Dread; Frowns In The Storm With Angry Brow, But In The Sunshine Strikes The Blow.

That Good Diffused May More Abundant Grow.

Thus Happiness Depends, As Nature Shows, Less On Exterior Things Than Most Suppose.

All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.