Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!
Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.
At last He is healed of his self-doubt. Now what is happening ? He is awakening To his souls ecstasy-sun.
But does not happiness come from the soul within?
Arrogance is truly the child of impiety, but from health of soul comes happiness, dear to all, much prayed for.
There was once in man a true happiness of which there now remain to him only the mark and empty trace, which he in vain tries to fill from all his surroundings, seeking from things absent the help he does not obtain in things present.
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
I still believe that music is one of the greatest gifts that God gave to man.
I'm sure there was some part of his soul was intrinsically happy, but he probably had to go through some permutations to really get that to blossom. I'm sure Dad had his challenges, but I think that joy was there from the beginning and he had to find a way to make his life support that and express that.
