The Best Wine

Weary of Care, I went in search of Joy,

And drank my greedy fill of Pleasure's Wine,

Until, soul-sick, I knew the Grim Decoy;

The Bitter Dregs of Discontent were mine.

'Twas then a ragged urchin by the way

Held out his little hand--and I confess

That in the Joy I gave to him that day

I found the Dregless Wine of Happiness!