O Joyous hour! To have come when least expected!
To gentle talks and carefree conversation,
A buoyant mood o’er a smile reflected,
‘Tween tea-sips and quiet contemplation.
O Happy day, that bequeath a space in time
When the fair hand of fate brought an invisible friend
That rests a man from discordant rhyme
And the hour chimes with nary an end
And we as children once were, laughed with gaiety,
Once again to wit, swayed by humour,
Learned to dispel archaic notions in a moment’s clarity,
Ready to welcome the novel with the familiar
A surprise gift of Time these merry seconds!
When a cheery spirit taketh us over,
Haunts us once we resume our day’s errands
For we had chanced upon a four-leaf clover!
And the heart is light, might it not be a red-herring?
A brief delight, as the day fleeted by,
Stay a while even if there be no bearing
To the work and task we strive hereby!
For truth be told, O blessed hour, whether ye chime
In solitary walks or in the guise of friends; Ye awaken
A real joy; delightful nuggets dispersed o’er a lifetime
Much as the spring tree showers flowers on fields once
barren.
