As years do grow, so cares increase; And time will move to look to thrift: Though years in me work nothing less, Yet, for your years, and New Year's gift, This housewife's toy is now my shift! To set you on work, some thrift to feel, I send you now a spinning wheel. But one thing first, I wish and pray, Lest thirst of thrift might soon you tire, Only to spin one pound a day, And play the rest, as time require: Sweat not! (oh fie!) fling rock in fire! God send, you send'th all thrift and wealth, You, long years; and father, health! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG BRYANT'S BIRTHPLACE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES MY GARDEN by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 2. CHILDHOOD by BERTON BRALEY |