For joys are like sunbeams,more fleeting than they, And sorrows cast shadows between; And friends that in moments of brightness are won, Like gossamer, only are seenin the sun.
A pipe is like a Christian in many ways; sure its made o clay like a Christian, and has the spark o life in it, and while the breath is in it the spark is alive; but when the breath is out of it, the spark dies, and then it grows cowld like a Christian; and isnt it a pleasant companion like a Christian?
Oh never despair, for our hopes oftentime Spring swiftly as flowrs in some tropical clime, Where the spot that was barren and scentless at night Is blooming and fragrant at mornings first light.