Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion, When the wheel of time goes round

Bow before him, all creation! Mortals, own the God of love! Seek him high the stars above,- Yonder is his habitation!

Joy from truth's own glass of fire Sweetly on the searcher smiles; Lest on virtue's steeps he tire, Joy the tedious path beguiles. High on faith's bright hill …

He, that noble prize possessing- He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!

'The future is no place to place your better days'

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now, Everything is upward striving; 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be gr…

The great mistake is to anticipate the outcome of the engagement; you ought not to be thinking of whether it ends in victory or in defeat. Let nature take its …