What this life to me is
Is always not the same
This thought to me arises
From the day I was sane.

This day to me seems all bright
Tomorrow I know not how
Yesterday it was all gloom and none aright
Oh! God how many a screen hast thou!

One morn I feel a strength
A vim, a vigor to sing and dance
The other brings a cloudy labyrinth
And then I am at bay to cry all dense.

Then is life to me all funny
’tis a bed semi divided
One part all strewn with roses many
The other with thorns appended.