There are things to be remembered When the heart is old And many words are waiting before the tale is told And many hawks are plunging upon the summer air And still the mice are creeping And still the world is fair Unnecessary evil is portioned to the heart We might as well acknowledge The devil from the start And oh, the hasty blossom As swiftly will decay While other flowers are waiting To grace a former day It is foolish to have wisdom And folly to be blind To see and take and question Must nourish any mind Reserve a quiet judgment Until the heart is old When fewer words are needed before the tale is told Unnecessary evil is portioned to the heart We might as well acknowledge The devil from the start Unnecessary evil is portioned to the heart We might as well acknowledge The devil from the start And oh, the hasty blossom As swiftly will decay While other flowers are waiting To grace a former day