A cry from the floods to the fountains; And the torrents repeat the glad song As they leap from the breast of the mountains, " O spirit! be free and be strong."
Abigail sought as much despite revelling in her husband's victory, she seemed to instinctively know that the coming four years would turn her into a lightning rod for discontent.
" Thus the sovereign voluntary path to cheerfulness, if our cheerfulness be lost, is to sit up cheerfully and to act and speak as if cheerfulness were already there..." .
There is enough good and bad in everyone's life - ample sorrow and happiness, sufficient joy and pain - to find a rational basis for either optimism or pessimism.
But Meg looked straight up in her husband's eyes, and said, " I will! " with such tender trust in her own face and voice that her mother's heart rejoiced and Aunt March sniffed audibly.