Happiness is a warmth on your face;

And it gives more than giving.

It's silent--like a whisper in your ear;

Have you ever heard it--humming?

When autumn leaves fall,

And, then, the wind blows--

Your presence is the gust of feeling;

And all does hope of the whirlwind--coming.

Should your ties to the heavens be bent,

And the world crumbled and become dazed,

--You cling to happiness--your mind's state;

And you know what--your life--meant.

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