What Sweet, What Happy Days Had I,when

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.

And Hear The Pleasant Cockoo, Loud And Long - The Simple Bird That Thinks Two Notes A Song.

Now Shall I Walk Or Shall I Ride? 'ride,' Pleasure Said; 'walk,' Joy Replied.

What Sweet, What Happy Days Had I,when Dreams Made Time Eternity!

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.