When the sun has gone behind the hill, When the dark comes creeping And the earth is very still; Then I call my little children To come home to me -- Back to their fireside again. The day is made for playing and fun Under the friendly sky; But at dusk, when day is done, I call them home to me. I close the door on all the world And gather them round my knee. We talk of birds and men and flowers, Of what we've seen and heard; How we've spent the daytime hours, How much we love each other! How glad we are for the twilight time When we can all be together! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON ECHOES OF SPRING: 8 by MATHILDE BLIND THE COACHMAN'S YARN by EDWIN JAMES BRADY |