Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the west
Are getting up and being dressed.
If you would grow great and stately,You must try to walk sedately.You must still be bright and quiet,And content with simple diet;And remain, through all bewild’ring,Innocent and honest children.Happy hearts and happy faces,Happy play in grassy places–That was how in ancient ages,Children grew to kings and sages.But the unkind and the unruly,And the sort who…
The rounded days and the safe years he sees,Nor fears death’s water mounting round his knees.To him remembering not one day is sad,Not one but that its memory makes him glad.So good men lengthen life; and to recallThe past is to have twice enjoyed it all.
To leave me lonely as before,Or leave my soul alone again.
The darkness falls.In the house the lights are lighted.See, in the valley they twinkle,The lights of home.Late, O lovers,The night is at hand;Silence and darknessClothe the land.
And wherever I go in my coat of redThe ribbons flutter about my head.I seek recruits for wars to come –For slaughterless wars I beat the drum,And the shilling I give to each new allyIs hope to live and courage to die.I know that new recruits shall comeWherever I beat the sounding drum,Till the roar…
Among the lilies all the way,That ancient river runs to-dayFrom snowy weir to weir.Old as the Rhine of great renown,She hurries clear and fast,She runs amain by field and townFrom south to north, from up to down,To present on from past.The love I hold was borne by her;And now, though far away,My lonely spirit hears…
