LET the man be who he may I'm seeking character he'll say And in his toil of work and strife And in the ups and downs of life He will succumb in many a way, Yet change his mind ere break of day, To beauty, passing quite serene, He'll fondly bend there to be seen In any form of love divine To worship at the earthly shrine. And when he's had his very best He yet contented will not rest For having gained her, not in vain He'll grow indifferent just the same. Then non-comprehension inflicts pain Upon them both, and so makes tame All the man starts out to gain.
