Today, in class,
I read aloud to forty little boys
The legend of King Croesus' boasted joys.
They were so young,
Restless, and eager, I believed they'd find
This moral story little to their mind.
But they were pleased
With the old legend, quick to comprehend
Sorrowful wisdom's triumph at the end:
They seemed to feel,
In hush of wonder, hurry of amaze,
The sure uncertainty of all men's days.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- We Climbed That Hill,
- What Were The Good Of Stars If None Looked On Them
- When My Lover Put The Sea Between Us
- Why Does She Put Me To Many Indignities
- Pat Wasn'T Pat Last Night At All