Joy and Pleasure

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Bart Wolffe - Pop

Joy and Pleasure

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Now, joy is born of parents poor And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As sweet a song as joy confined 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 Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks Away on blossoms its sweet hour; But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp That plums and cherries would devour Joy's like a Lark that lives alone Whose ties are very strong, though few; But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams Makes much acquaintance, no friends true Joy from her heart doth sing at home With little care if others hear; But pleasure then is cold and dumb And sings and laughs with strangers near

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  • W. H. Davies