Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow,

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

When Was Ever Honey Made With One Bee In A Hive?

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.

We Watch'd Her Breathing Through The Night, Her Breathing Soft And Low, As In Her Breast The Wave Of Life Kept Heaving To And Fro.

It Was Not In The Winter Our Loving Lot Was Cast! It Was The Time Of Roses, We Plucked Them As We Passed!