Once bowed o'er my own in the old trundle-bed.
WHO BIDES HIS TIME
Who bides his time, and day by day
Faces defeat full patiently,
And lifts a mirthful roundelay,
However poor his fortunes be,—
Once bowed o'er my own in the old trundle-bed.
Who bides his time, and day by day
Faces defeat full patiently,
And lifts a mirthful roundelay,
However poor his fortunes be,—