Such is the Force of Happiness —
The Least — can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus —
Who Misery — sustain —
No Sinew can afford —
The Cargo of Themselves —
Too infinite for Consciousness'
Slow capabilities.
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With happiness stretchd across the hills
In a cloud that dewy sweetness distills
With a blue sky spread over with wings
And a mild sun that mounts & sings
5 With trees & fields full of Fairy elves...