HAPPY THE MAN, AND HAPPY HE ALONE
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 possesed, 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.'