Go, little boy, <br />Fill thee with joy; <br />For Time gives thee <br />Unlicensed hours, <br />To run in fields, <br />And roll in flowers. <br /> <br />A little boy <br />Can life enjoy; <br />If but to see <br />The horses pass, <br />When shut indoors <br />Behind the glass. <br /> <br />Go, little boy, <br />Fill thee with joy; <br />Fear not, like man, <br />The kick of wrath, <br />That you do lie <br />In some one's path. <br /> <br />Time is to thee <br />Eternity, <br />As to a bird <br />Or butterfly; <br />And in that faith <br />True joy doth lie.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boy-2/
