And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.