To James Whitcomb Riley

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To James Whitcomb Riley

On His “Book of Joyous Children”

Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers;

Joyous children delight to play there;

Weary men find rest in its bowers,

Watching the lingering light of day there.

Old-time tunes and young love-laughter

Ripple and run among the roses;

Memory’s echoes, murmuring after,

Fill the dusk when the long day closes.

Simple songs with a cadence olden⁠—

These you learned in the Forest of Arden:

Friendly flowers with hearts all golden⁠—

These you borrowed from Eden’s garden.

This is the reason why all men love you;

Truth to life is the finest art:

Other poets may soar above you⁠—

You keep close to the human heart.