On his "Book of Joyous Children" br br Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; br Joyous children delight to play there; br Weary men find rest in its bowers, br Watching the lingering light of day there. br br Old-time tunes and young love's laughter br Ripple and run among the roses; br Memory's echoes, murmuring after, br Fill the dusk when the long day closes. br br Simple songs with a cadence olden-- br These you learned in the Forest of Arden: br Friendly flowers with hearts all golden-- br These you borrowed from Eden's garden. br br This is the reason why all men love you; br Truth to life is the charm of art: br Other poets may soar above you-- br You keep close to the human heart.