I am not for all this fight
for sun or moon, or some tribe
I pray for you which keeps stand
all your age and all of mine.
each day of which may be so
congregation of health and happiness
of wealth and increasing kindness
and such be all of your nights
you sleep well in assuasive sights.
May not sadness ever come
to your perky perky eyes
to that I be standing guard
against inflictions whatever size
Me turning happy in your prides
you turn to me from all the sides
Each morning written in your smile
all day spent in its facsimile
the youthfull beats be retained
thorugh the years while turning old
in such harmony we be trained
to spin all moments into gold.
