From Banter, edited by George Augustus Sala, November 4, 1867.
Three Children were Playing.
Three children were playing, one day on the lawn,
One day on the lawn, ere the sun was high,
Their day had no shadow, their rose had no thorn,
Not one little cloud was abroad in the sky.
Their fathers were working when they were at play,
Though pleasant the season and early the day;
For the old world goes on rolling.