Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy’s a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature’s light.
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
Now shall I walk or shall I ride? ‘Ride,’ Pleasure said; ‘Walk,’ Joy replied.
As long as I love Beauty I am young.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.
And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long – The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
I love thee for a heart that’s kind – not for the knowledge in thy mind.
Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.