XIV. “BE THOU HAPPY!”
I
Oh, be thou happy! Let me ever know
At least this thing—
That thoughts and dreams of mine that worked me woe
Have made thee sing!
II
There is not any man upon the earth,
Beneath God's sky,
With songs upon his lips and seeming mirth,
So weary as I.
III
There is not any woman on the earth
So sweet as thou:
Oh that my pain may magnify thy mirth,
Strong Love knows how!
IV
If thou art happy, I am half content
For aye to be
The weariest living soul. Mine eyes are bent
Alone on thee.
V
And while I hear thy laughter softly ring,
And thine eyes gleam,
I just have heart enough to love and sing
And sing and dream.
