_Greetings To Gladness_

Come, Bliss. Who likes a fretting child? It is the mirthful spright we love. On Joy, propitious gods have smiled. No worthier cherub dwells above.

In laughing eyes we lingering gaze; There’s beauty in a happy face! If Gladness lacked in classic mould Were not his charms yet manifold?

Come, Spirit, then--come, social Cheer. We crave diversion and delight. With thy sweet smiles dry Sorrow’s tear; Bright angels’ visits make our lives more bright.