Oh happy he who cannot see br With scientific eyes; br Who does not know how flowers grow, br And is not planet wise; br Content to find with simple mind br Joys as they are: br To whom a rose is just a rose, br A star--a star. br br It is not good, I deem, to brood br On things beyond our ken; br A rustic I would live and die, br Aloof from learned men; br And laugh and sing with zest of Spring br In life's exultant scene,-- br For vain my be philosophy, br And what does meaning mean? br br I'm talking rot,--I'm really not br As dumb as I pretend; br But happiness, I dimly guess, br Is what counts in the end. br To educate is to dilate br The nerves of pain: br So let us give up books and live br Like hinds again. br br The best of wisdom surely is br To be not overwise; br For may not thought be evil fraught, br And truth less kind than lies? br So let me praise the golden days br I played a gay guitar, br And deemed a rose was just a rose, br A star--a star.