Poems (Follen)/Happiness

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4531826Poems — HappinessEliza Lee Cabot Follen
HAPPINESS.
What is it makes the morning bright?
What gilds the evening hours?
What makes our hearts seem gay and light,
As if we trod on flowers?
'T is innocence that makes us gay,
Bids flowers grow everywhere;
Makes it bright sunshine every day,
And every evening fair.

What makes us when we look above,
See smiling angels there,
And think they look on us in love,
As if we were their care?
'T is that the soul, all free from sin,
Glows like an inward sun;
And heaven above, and heaven within,
Do meet and join in one.