Children! while childhood lasts, one day Alone be less your gush of play. As you ascend that cloven steep Whence Lerici o'erlooks the deep, And watch the hawk and plover soar, And bow-winged curlew quit the shore, Think not, as graver heads might do, The same with equal ease could you; So light your spirits and your forms, So fearless is your race of storms. Mild be the sunbeams, mild the gales, Along Liguria's pendent vales. Whether from changeful Magra sped Or Tanaro's unquiet bed. Let Apennine and Alpine snows Be husht into unwaked repose, While Italy gives back again More charms and virtues than remain, Which France with loftier pride shall own Than all her brightest arms have won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING |