Journeys are memoried in light or shade;
This one in sunlight, when, by chance,
Strangers to most, all ages and all whims,
We for a fortnight sojourned far from home;
A memory, where the heart and eye
Replete, lie still and dream again.
God gave the view--a human heart the feast.
What star of fortune brought our lives
In happy contact? Here we trace
The secret of our rare content--
The outline of each happy day.