I collected Happiness, of my own
And that shared with those I’ve known
I preserved it for then
Misfortune would visit me when
And on a certain day
When I wasn’t particularly gay
I sought to draw some
From my store of Happiness handsome
True I came upon a good deal
All insubstantial, I couldn’t feel
And I knew Happiness came and went
Never lasting, but evanescent.
