Just a beautiful thought for the day!
If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shown no glorious morning face;
If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not; if morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain; -
Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake.
- Robert Louis Stevenson