It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way,

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.