The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme,

The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!

John Dryden (1631-1701): Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,

I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;

I never loved a tree or flower

But 't was the first to fade away.

I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,

To glad me with its soft black eye,

But when it came to know me well

And love me, it was sure to die.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Fire-Worshippers.

And often, glad no more,

We wear a face of joy because

We have been glad of yore.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Fountain.

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,

Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,

Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,

Survey our empire, and behold our home!

These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—

Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.

How gladly would I meet

Mortality my sentence, and be earth

Insensible! how glad would lay me down

As in my mother's lap!

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775.