Dear, farewell, a little while, Easy parting with a smile; Ev'ry object in thy way Makes thee innocently gay; All that thou can'st hear or see, All is novelty to thee. Thoughts of parents left behind Vex not yet thine infant mind; Why should then their hearts repine, Mournful theirs, and merry thine? 'Tis the world, the seeming wise Toil to make their children rise; While the heir that reaps their gains Thankless thinks not of their pains. Sportive youth in haste to live Heeds not ills that years may give: Age in woe and wisdom grey Vainly mourns for them that play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LOVE'S BREATH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 19 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE JOLLY COMPANY by RUPERT BROOKE ON CLEADA'S HILL THE MOON IS BRIGHT by JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN CHALLENGE by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |