No Matter Where The Body Is, The

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.

Teetotallers Lack The Sympathy And Generosity Of Men That Drink.

When On A Summer's Morn I Wake, And Open My Two Eyes, Out To The Clear, Born-singing Rills My Bird-like Spirit Flies. To Hear The Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or Any Bird In Song; And Common Leaves That Hum All Day Without A Throat Or Tongue. And When Time Strikes The Hour For Sleep, Back In My Room Alone, My Heart Has Many A Sweet Bird's Song - And One That's All My Own.

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare. No Time To Stand Beneath The Boughs And Stare As Long As Sheep Or Cows. No Time To See, When Woods We Pass, Where Squirrels Hide Their Nuts In Grass. No Time To See, In Broad Daylight, Streams Full Of Stars, Like Skies At Night. No Time To Turn At Beauty's Glance, And Watch Her Feet, How They Can Dance. No Time To Wait Till Her Mouth Can Enrich That Smile Her Eyes Began. A Poor Life This If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.