To sit here, feeling my work is done,
While the sands of life so golden run,
And I watch the children’s posies,
And my idle heart is whispering,
“Bring whatever the years may bring,
The flowers will blossom, the birds will sing,
And there’ll always be primroses.”
THE MINARET BELLS
By William M. Thackeray
Tink a tink, tink a tink,