Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights, Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights; Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest, With every day a good one, an' every evening blest. Down to dreary dollars, an' back to home to play, From love to work an' back to love, so slips the day away. From babies back to business an' back to babes again, From parting kiss to welcome kiss, this marks the march o' men. Some care between our laughter, a few hours filled with strife, A time to stand on duty, then home to babes and wife; The bugle sounds o' mornings to call us to the fray, But sweet an' low 'tis love that calls us home at close o' day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AUNT CAROLINE by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) RHYME FOR REMEMBRANCE OF MAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS MOORE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |