Born in a world that was tempest torn!
List to the words of a creed benign
Preached through the ages by old Omar:
Content ye, then, with a flask of Wine,
A girl, a song—and a good cigar!
The years that vanish leave no redress;
Last evening never a bridge has spanned;
So loll we here in the wilderness
That Love has sown in the arid sand:
The bush-birds sing of a world divine