Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
To crown your happiness he asks your leave,
And offers, bliss to give and to receive.
To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
O happy is that man, an' blest!
If there's another world, he lives in bliss If there is non, he made the best of this.
Whatever mitigates the woes or increases the happiness of others - this is my criterion of goodness. And whatever injures society at large, or any individual, in it - this is my measure of iniquity.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories