As long as I love Beauty I am young.

No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.

When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.

Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.

It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.

And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.

As long as I love Beauty I am young.