DEAR boy, let us think of the pleasures in spring, When the season is welcomed with garlands of flowers; How thy moments will fly with delight on the wing, How thy fancy will dwell on the holiday hours. And sweet are those moments the young bosom knows, Preceding the social endearments of home; Where maternal affection so tenderly glows, And invokes the gay holiday pleasures to come. And oh! my sweet boy, when our years shall expand, When we wander no more through our favorite bowers; Perhaps we may sigh for the pleasures so bland, The sportive delights of the holiday hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |