First or Last
If grief come early
       &nbsp   Joy comes late,
       &nbsp   If joy come early
       &nbsp   Grief will wait;
       &nbsp       &nbsp      Aye, my dear and tender!

Wise ones joy them early
While the cheeks are red,
Banish grief till surly
Time has dulled their dread.

       &nbsp   And joy being ours
       &nbsp   Ere youth has flown,
       &nbsp   The later hours
       &nbsp   May find us gone;
       &nbsp       &nbsp      Aye, my dear and tender!