The Happiest Heart

WHOdrives the horses of the sun lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust will find the sword of fame, The dust will hide the crown; Ay, none shall nail so high his name, Time will not tear it down. INSIGNIFICANT EXISTENCE The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest. T is IT