Or for laughter and delight.
They are old before their age and worn and weary
And their little heads are bowed upon their books;
“For this life at school,” they say “is very dreary,”
And there’s listlessness and languor in their looks.
And all day, the Wheel of Education,
By the orders of the State,
Whirleth round in every school-room in the nation,
Like the direful Wheel of Fate.
It is hard to see the Children growing older,