bart wolffe - joy and pleasure كلمات أغنية

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 b_tterfly, 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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