Classic Poem

Harken that happy shout — the schoolhouse door
Is open thrown and out the younkers teem
Some run to leap-frog on the rushy moor
And others dabble in the shallow stream
Catching young fish and turning pebbles oer
For mussel clams — Look in that mellow gleam
Where the retiring sun that rests the while
Streams through the broken hedge — How happy seem
Those schoolboy friendships leaning oer the stile
Both reading in one book — anon a dream
Rich with new joys doth their young hearts beguile
And the books pocketed most hastily
Ah happy boys well may ye turn and smile
When joys are yours that never cost a sigh.