A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
Good morning, Life -- and all<br/>Things glad and beautiful.
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, / And left thee all her lovely hues.
Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
A rainbow and a cuckoo's song / May never come together again; / May never come / This side the tomb.
My walls outside must have some flowers,<br/>My walls within must have some books;<br/>A house that's small; a garden large,<br/>And in it leafy nooks.
As long as I love Beauty I am young.
With this small house, this garden large,<br/>This little gold, this lovely mate,<br/>With health in body, peace in heart--<br/>Show me a man more great.
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long - / The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
I love thee for a heart that's kind --<br/>not for the knowledge in thy mind.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?
This man has talent, that man geniusAnd here's the strange and cruel difference:Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.
What is this life so full of care,We don't have time to stand and stare.
No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night.No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance.No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that smile her eyes began.
Now shall I walk or shall I ride?'Ride,' Pleasure said;'Walk,' Joy replied.