There is a felicity in living
so fully satisfying that a man
Joyously awakening, may span
The hours and, homing, sleep without misgiving
A feeling for Reality it’s spring,
No dreamer filled w/ selfish pleasures can
It gain. From love of fellows must he plan
To freely give, no matter what it bring;
Share living fully with his closest kin,
A simple well-directed life begin.
He who knows it’s bliss will take the quickpace
From dawn to dawn with bright shining face
Proof of that boundless ecstasy within
of which art shows the faintest type & trace
-the grandfather of an old roomie of mine… don’t even know the man’s name.