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.

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.

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

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

What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!

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.