Which is more than we do today.
And the aeons came, and the aeons fled,
And days came with the nights,
To our surprise, we all had eyes,
So we took in the sights.
Then light and swift through the jungle trees
We swung from bough to bough,
Or loafed ’mid the balms of the fronded palms—
Wish we could do it now!
And Oh! what beautiful years were those