O give me the ones in perpetual glee,
Yes, the girls who live for love and duty.
The wise man his frowns ever gladly postpones,
And gives of his strength to you and to me;
His sorrow and woe he forever disowns—
The mortal like him treads a Heaven-lit lea,
And the out-lying goal is pleasant to see.
The fellow that frowns is ugly and sooty;
Ah, save me from him, for the good guarantee,
Yes, the girls who live for love and duty.