It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Bells are musics laughter.