“If not in the Garden, he had in the ark, br To neither the beasts’ nor the passengers’ joy. br Full many a boyish and monkeyish lark, br The sandy-complexioned, the freckle-faced boy. br br And down through the ages he rattles the drums, br While armies and nations each other destroy; br The century goes, and the century comes br But he lives on forever, the freckle-faced boy. br br All over the world are the lands of his birth; br And when Time and Transgression this planet destroy br He will come to advise the last man on earth br The fatherly, chummy, the freckle-faced boy.