For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.