What Is This Life If, Full Of

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.

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.

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.

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.