"We thought a little longer, and in the end we simply called her Joy."

Infant Joy (William Blake)

``I have no name:

I am but two days old.

''What shall I call thee?``

I happy am,

Joy is my name.

''Sweet joy befall thee!


Pretty joy!

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee:

Thou dost smile,

I sing the while,

Sweet joy befall thee!