Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

There's one sad truth in life I've found While journeying east and west - The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure