VIII.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day: Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine; Not heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.