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 possessed, 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. |