JOY, how I sought thee! Silver I spent, and gold, On the pleasures of this world, In splendid garments clad; The wine I drank was sweet, Rich morsels I did eat -- Oh, but my life was sad! Joy, how I sought thee! Joy, I have found thee! Far from the halls of Mirth, Back to the soft green earth, Where people are not many; I find thee, Joy, in hours With clouds, and birds, and flowers -- Thou dost not charge one penny. Joy, I have found thee! |