English poem
To Chearfulness
by Anonymous
Joy of the heart thou blissful guest, And source of soft delight, Thy charms by ev'ry heart confess'd, As fair as dawning light.
Devoid of thee when weight of care, Our sinking minds oppress; Thy presence can expel dispair, And mitigate distress.
Thro' thee we're led to give him praise, From whom each blessing flows; Thou crown'st the round of happy days, That Providence bestows.