Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.
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.
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!