BOY
Boy, thou art the work of ages,Disporting by creation’s glades and streams—Laughing at the sagesAnd filling all the pagesOf time eternal with thy hopes and dreams!Boy, thou art the work of nature,Commingling of earth and air and fire—In consciousness and featureA juvenescent creatureWith active mind and limbs that never tire.Boy, thou art the work of gladnessAnd meant to fill the world with lusty shout,With laughter, not with sadness,With goodness, not with badness,With eager confidence and not with doubt!Boy, thou art the work of Heaven,A thought to give the world a bonnie heir—A living joyous leaven,A spirit nobly drivenTo try the future and divinely dare!
Boy, thou art the work of ages,Disporting by creation’s glades and streams—Laughing at the sagesAnd filling all the pagesOf time eternal with thy hopes and dreams!Boy, thou art the work of nature,Commingling of earth and air and fire—In consciousness and featureA juvenescent creatureWith active mind and limbs that never tire.Boy, thou art the work of gladnessAnd meant to fill the world with lusty shout,With laughter, not with sadness,With goodness, not with badness,With eager confidence and not with doubt!Boy, thou art the work of Heaven,A thought to give the world a bonnie heir—A living joyous leaven,A spirit nobly drivenTo try the future and divinely dare!
Boy, thou art the work of ages,Disporting by creation’s glades and streams—Laughing at the sagesAnd filling all the pagesOf time eternal with thy hopes and dreams!
Boy, thou art the work of ages,
Disporting by creation’s glades and streams—
Laughing at the sages
And filling all the pages
Of time eternal with thy hopes and dreams!
Boy, thou art the work of nature,Commingling of earth and air and fire—In consciousness and featureA juvenescent creatureWith active mind and limbs that never tire.
Boy, thou art the work of nature,
Commingling of earth and air and fire—
In consciousness and feature
A juvenescent creature
With active mind and limbs that never tire.
Boy, thou art the work of gladnessAnd meant to fill the world with lusty shout,With laughter, not with sadness,With goodness, not with badness,With eager confidence and not with doubt!
Boy, thou art the work of gladness
And meant to fill the world with lusty shout,
With laughter, not with sadness,
With goodness, not with badness,
With eager confidence and not with doubt!
Boy, thou art the work of Heaven,A thought to give the world a bonnie heir—A living joyous leaven,A spirit nobly drivenTo try the future and divinely dare!
Boy, thou art the work of Heaven,
A thought to give the world a bonnie heir—
A living joyous leaven,
A spirit nobly driven
To try the future and divinely dare!