Still is true.

THE HUMAN HEART.
Birth.

Laughter is music and music is kin to laughter:

The heart has forgotten its tears;

For life is but death, and Death is the Life hereafter—

God is revolving the years.

Joy on Account of Birth.

With a rose-bud goblet the Morning stands glowing and burning,

Sipping the heart’s night dew;

Through dream-laded lashes the flashes of joy are returning—