As years do grow, so cares increase; And time will move to look to thrift: Though years in me work nothing less, Yet, for your years, and New Year's gift, This housewife's toy is now my shift! To set you on work, some thrift to feel, I send you now a spinning wheel. But one thing first, I wish and pray, Lest thirst of thrift might soon you tire, Only to spin one pound a day, And play the rest, as time require: Sweat not! (oh fie!) fling rock in fire! God send, you send'th all thrift and wealth, You, long years; and father, health! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME AND THE PERFUME RIVER by KAREN SWENSON ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |