The Happiest Heart

By John Vance Cheney

1848-1922


Who drives the horses of the sun
         Shall 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.

The happiest heart that ever beat
         Was in some quiet breast
That found the common daylight sweet,
         And left to Heaven the rest.

DayPoems Poem No. 1214
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