Where Shall I Find Happiness

By Pauline Sweis

Walking, merrily, beside the rills,

Or coming, sliding down the hills?

Or lingering beside the still waters,

Which run in curvy lines watering pastures.

Maybe listening to the flattery song

Of the nightingale which breaks out soft,

Or the cuckoo which calls twice,

To assume itself to be wise.

Shall I look for it between the pines?

Where you smell sweetest aromas.

Or walk between the dark fir trees,

Delighted much by the spring breeze.

Where shall I find full happiness?

You think stepping on the soft grass,

Where daffodils long bloom out,

On the bank of a stream therein plays trout.

Or up the sky so thick and blue

Where floats tiny, clouds dressed in rose hues?

Or watch the birds Open wings white,

Fly in the air merrily, side by side.

I went very far away of myself.

Therein dwells a heart full of love,

Which could be the motive of my happiness,

When I do and receive everything in gladness.

Copyright @ 1996 by Pauline Sweis. All rights reserved.