What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!
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.
No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.