“ The bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss. ”
Still on it creeps Each little moment at another's heels Till hours days years and ages are made up Of such small parts as these and men look back Worn and bewilder'd wondering how it is.
~ Joanna Baillie
The brave man is not he who feels no fear For that were stupid and irrational But he whose noble soul its fear subdues And barely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
The bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss.
