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The Children’s Hour

I have visit love and prefer the poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I actually find that wherever We are at in life, they have a poem that will speaks to it. And that’ s the case today, on Father’ s Day, as I think back to the particular years gone simply by. His poem “ The Children’ h Hour” is a special event of his daughters and his love on their behalf, and I think any dad will be able to identify with it.

Between the dark as well as the daylight,

Once the night is starting to lower,

Comes a pause in the day’ s occupations,

That is known as the Children’ s Hr.

I actually hear in the chamber above me

The patter of little feet,

The sound of a doorway that is opened,

And voices gentle and sweet.

From our study I see within the lamplight,

Climbing down the broad corridor stair,

Plot Alice, and laughing Allegra,

And Edith with fantastic hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:

Yet I know by their merry eyes

They are plotting plus planning together

To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from your stairway,

An abrupt raid from the corridor!

By three doors left unguarded

They enter my castle wall!

They climb up straight into my turret

O’ er the arms and back of my seat;

If I try to escape, they encompass me;

These people seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me along with kisses,

Their particular arms about myself entwine,

Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen

In his Mouse-Tower around the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,

Because you have scaled the particular wall,

This kind of old mustache when i am

Is just not a match for you personally all!

I have you fast in my fortress,

And will not allow you to depart,

Yet put you into the dungeon

In the round-tower of my heart.

And people I keep you forever,

Yes, permanently and a day,

Till the wall space shall crumble in order to ruin,

And moulder in dust away!