Although the world may think of you as old, Within your heart bright youth will ever dwell; For often to eager listeners you told The stories that all children love so well. Even at early morn they came to you. And evening too; you joined them in each game; As soon as one young generation grew Matured in years, a group more youthful came. And so these friends of yours will always keep A memory of you, generous and kind; For you are bound to them by ties more deep Than those of blood: an understanding mind. . . . For who loves birds and flowers and children's ways, Will surely dwell in peace through all his days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS by SUSANNA BLAMIRE SOLOMON'S SONG by REGINA MIRIAM BLOCH THE BLUNDER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A PIPE OF TOBACCO (MR. POPE'S STYLE IMITATED) by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE |