A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

And Ye, Who Have Met With Adversity's Blast, And Been Bow'd To The Earth By Its Fury; To Whom The Twelve Months, That Have Recently Pass'd Were As Harsh As A Prejudiced Jury - Still, Fill To The Future! And Join In Our Chime, The Regrets Of Remembrance To Cozen, And Having Obtained A New Trial Of Time, Shout In Hopes Of A Kindlier Dozen.