Happy Are We

Happy are we who have no eyes to see

The huge blackness surrounding petty light.

Kind the gods who gave us only sight

Of glowing playthings-river, star or tree.

Happy are we, here in the spark of the sun,

Laughing and singing, boasting and defying,

Not knowing our little light itself is dying

While the huge blackness absorbs us, one by one.

Fohn Russell McCarthy