The wisdom of the heart—whereof
All noblest passions spring—that thought
As Nature thinks, "All else is naught."
Thy hope! wherein To-morrow set
No shadow; hope that, lacking care
And retrospect, held no regret,
But bloomed in rainbows everywhere
Filling with gladness all the air.
These were thine all: in all life's moods
Embracing all of happiness: