Feel.

Oh say, where lies true lasting happiness?

In evening rest? In friendly glance? 'Tis more:

In sailing from the mire, the reeds, the mast,

The mighty ocean's vastness to adore.

Oh what is life? 'Tis nothing but a dream,

A vast and enigmatic flowing stream.

Such tender feelings fill my heaving breast

I know not how or where they'll come to rest;

My cares are multitudinous and sore,

I long to feel the friendly rudder in my paw.

Tove Jansson