Pleasure

Have you not heard? Have you not known? Alone, pleasure endures, but for a moment It fleets as the wind! As the wind, it knows not, where it has been, As the wind, it knows not, where it is going Alas! Except pleasure lives on, beyond the surge of ecstasy, beyond the lonely island of remorse Except it lives on, in the sweet memories and melodies of the soul Except it bears the sweet fruits, of deep and abiding satisfaction, fruits of gratitude and goodwill, drooping from the magnificent branch of inner peace, dropping from the evergreen tree of quiet meditation, tended in the everlasting vineyard, by the husbandman himself, who makes all things beautiful