Classic Poem

I've heard in old times that a Sage us'd to say
The Seasons were nothing—December or May—
The Heat or the Cold never enter'd his Plan;
That all should be happy whenever they can.

No matter what Power directed the State,
He look'd upon such things as order'd by Fate.
Whether govern'd by many, or rul'd by one Man,
His rule was—be happy whenever you can.

He happen'd to enter this world the same day
With the supple, complying, fam'd Vicar of Bray.
Thro' both of their lives the same principle ran:
My boys, we'll be happy as long as we can.

Time-serving I hate, yet I see no good reason
A leaf from their book should be thought out of season.
When kick'd like a foot-ball from Sheba to Dan,
Egad, let's be happy as long as we can.

Since no one can tell what tomorrow may bring,
Or which side shall triumph, the Congress or King;
Since Fate must o'errule us and carry her plan,
Why, let us be happy as long as we can.

Tonight let's enjoy this good Wine and a Song,
And relish the hour which we cannot prolong.
If Evil will come, we'll adhere to our Plan
And baffle Misfortune as long as we can.