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We have come “the primrose way,”
  Folly, thou and I!
Such a glamor and a grace
Ever glimmered on thy face,
Ever such a witchery
Lit the laughing eyes of thee,
Could a fool like me withstand
Folly’s feast and beckoning hand?
Drinking, how thy lips’ caress
Spiced the cup of waywardness!
So we came “the primrose way,”
  Folly, thou and I!

But now, Folly, we must part,
  Folly, thou and I!
Shall one look with mirth or tears
Back on all his wasted years,
Purposes dissolved in wine,
Pearls flung to the heedless swine?—

Idle days and nights of mirth,
Were they pleasures nothing worth?
Well, there’s no gainsaying we
Squandered youth right merrily!
But now, Folly, we must part,
  Folly, thou and I!