The robins and sparrows are singing, Singing the same old song They sang in the days of my childhood When the summer hours were long. O, the old, old songs of the woodland Are just as sweet today, They'll be just as sweet tomorrow, They'll be sweet forever and aye. O Mother, the songs of my childhood, The songs you used to sing To hasten the steps of the sand-man, His bundle of dreams to bring,— O, the old, old songs of my childhood Are just as sweet today, They'll be just as sweet tomorrow, They'll be sweet forever and aye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FIRST BUD O' THE YEAR by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |