Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.
I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.
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.
What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
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.