I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.

I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.

I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.

When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

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.