Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; For Time gives thee Unlicensed hours, To run in fields, And roll in flowers. A little boy Can life enjoy; If but to see The horses pass, When shut indoors Behind the glass. Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; Fear not, like man, The kick of wrath, That you do lie In some one's path. Time is to thee Eternity, As to a bird Or butterfly; And in that faith True joy doth lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR TO A WESTERN BOY by WALT WHITMAN ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND THE THANKSGIVING FOR AMERICA by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |