... It's time indeed I stole to bed.
How peacefully the house is sleeping!
Ah! why should I strange fortunes plan?
To guard the dear ones in my keeping-
That's task enough for any man (woman)
So through dim seas I'll ne'er go spoiling;
The red Tortuga's never roam;
Please God! I'll keep the pot a-boiling,
And make at least a happy home.
My children's path shall gleam with roses,
Their grace abound, their joy increase.
And so my Hour divinely closes
With tender thoughts of praise and peace.
~from 'Ballads of a Bohemian'
By Robert W.Service
Friday, June 8, 2007
Shared by BellaColle at 11:00 PM