Our Little Life
OUR little life is but a dayour birth is a the dawning,And after that our childhood yearswhen gladness fills the morning.
And then comes noon's voluptuous hour
with all its glittering prizes
And learn we do to play our part
and wear well our disguises.
The afternoon and evening comes
and then the midnight hour,
And then we vanish out of sight
like dew upon a flower.
David Webb
Lancing