Classic Poem

When all the world is bright with morn,
When sunlight shines on tree and flower,
When pain and grief are yet unborn,
In life's first golden dazzling hour,—
Ah! then when all the world is fair,
Its fairest sweetest gifts we claim;
Love's rose that scents the enchanted air,
The laurels of eternal fame.
The world with all its wealth is ours:
We steal with laughter and with glee
A thousand rubies from the flowers,
A thousand sapphires from the sea!