Is it not sweet, beloved youth, To rove through Erudition's bowers, And cull the golden fruits of truth, And gather Fancy's brilliant flowers? And is it not more sweet than this, To feel thy parents' hearts approving, And pay them back in sums of bliss The dear, the endless debt of loving? It must be so to thee, my youth; With this idea toil is lighter; This sweetens all the fruits of truth, And makes the flowers of Fancy brighter! The little gift we send thee, boy, May sometimes teach thy soul to ponder, If indolence or syren joy Should ever tempt that soul to wander; 'Twill tell that the winged day Can ne'er be chain'd by man's endeavour; That life and time shall fade away, While heaven and virtue bloom for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN ALL WHITE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |