What Sweet, What Happy Days Had I,when

I Love Thee For A Heart That’s Kind--not For The Knowledge In Thy Mind.

I Cannot See The Short, White Curls Upon The Forehead Of An Ox, But What I See Them Dripping With That Poor Thing's Blood, And Hear The Ax; When I See Calves And Lambs, I See Them Led To Death; I See No Bird Or Rabbit Cross The Open Field But What A Sudden Shot Is Heard; A Shout That Tells Me Men Aim True, For Death Or Wound, Doth Chill Me Through.

Teetotallers Lack The Sympathy And Generosity Of Men That Drink.

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.

It Was The Rainbow Gave Thee Birth, And Left Thee All Her Lovely Hues.