But under the vines that clung against my walls, a flock of birds sought
shelter just at twilight;
And, standing at my casement, I could hear the twitter of their voices and
the soft, sweet flutter of their wings.
Then over me there fell a sense of peace and calm, and love for all created
things, and trust illimitable.
And that I knew was happiness.
There are so many little things to make life beautiful.
SEEKING FOR HAPPINESS
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
Eager for noon-time's large effulgent splendour,
Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn,
Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender,
Its pure delights unrecognised till gone.
Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.
Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements
We must not let to-day starve at our door;
Nor wait till after losses and bereavements
Before we count the riches in our store.
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