The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
Robert Louis Stevenson
My heart, when first the blackbird sings,
My heart drinks in the song:
Cool pleasure fills my bosom through
And spreads each nerve along.
My bosom eddies quietly,
My heart is stirred and cool
As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
A stone into a pool
p. 4But unto thee, when thee I meet,
My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
And ruffles in the blast.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson
The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.