YOU who to the rounded prime Of a life of toil and stress, Still have kept the morning-time Of glad youth in heart and spirit, So your laugh, as children hear it, Seems their own, no less, -- Take this book of childish rhyme -- The Book of Joyous Children. Their first happiness on earth Here is echoed -- their first glee: Rich, in sooth, the volume's worth -- Not in classic lore, but rich in The child-sagas of the kitchen; -- Therefore, take from me To your heart of childish mirth The Book of Joyous Children. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PSALM 26. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |