Children of the future AgeReading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove! sweet Love! was thought a crime.

When lying, be emphatic and indignant, thus behaving like your children

Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are born.Every Morn and every NightSome are born to Sweet Delight,Some are born to Endless Night.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.

Come live, and be merry, and join with me,To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'