John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
John Kendrik Bangs 1862-1922 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| To-day, whatever may annoy, The word for me is Joy, just simple Joy. |
| The Word. |
| 2 |
| Whate’er there be of Sorrow I’ll put off till To-morrow, And when To-morrow comes, why then ’T will be To-day and Joy again. |
| The Word. |
| 3 |
| For me, my craft is sailing on, Through mists to-day, clear seas anon. Whate’er the final harbor be ’T is good to sail upon the sea! |
| The Voyage. |