Classic Poem

Round the world goes, by day and night,
 While with it also round go we;
And in the flight of one day's light
 An image of all life's course we see.
Round, round, while thus we go round,
 The best thing a man can do,
Is to make it, at least, a merry -go-round,
 By—sending the wine round too.

Our first gay stage of life is when
 Youth in its dawn salutes the eye—
Season of bliss! Oh, who would n't then
 Wish to cry, “Stop!” to earth and sky?
But, round, round, both boy and girl
 Are whisked thro' that sky of blue;
And much would their hearts enjoy the whirl,
 If—their heads did n't whirl round too.

Next, we enjoy our glorious noon,
 Thinking all life a life of light;
But shadows come on, 't is evening soon,
 And ere we can say, “How short!”—'t is night.
Round, round, still all goes round,
 Even while I 'm thus singing to you;
And the best way to make it a merry -go-round,
 Is to—chorus my song round too.