The secret of happiness is to count your blessings while others are adding up their troubles. -Happy birthday, William Penn

 Whence the poised fragment tottering seems to throw

A trembling shadow on the plain below
Here oft, when evening sheds her twilight ray
And gilds with fainter beam departing day
With breathless gaze, and cheek with terror pale
The lingering shepherd startles at the tale
How at deep midnight by the moon’s chill glance
Unearthly forms prolong the viewless dance;
While on each whispering breeze that murmurs by
His busied fancy hears the hollow sigh.
-T Salmon