The Children's Triumph

The Sunbeams came to my window,
And said,' Come out and see
The sparkle on the river,
The blossom on the tree !'
But never a moment parleyed !
With the bright-haired Sunbeams' call !
Though their dazzling hands on the leaf they laid,
I drew it away to the curtain-shade,
Where a sunbeam could not fall.

The Robins came to my window,
And said,' Come out and sing !
Come out and join the chorus
Of the festival of the Spring !'
But never a carol would I trill
In the festival of May ;
But I sat alone in my shadowy room,
And worked away in its quiet gloom,
And the Robins flew away.

The Children came to my window,
And said,' Come out and play !
Come out with us in the sunshine,
'T is such a glorious day !'
Then never another word I wrote,
And my desk was put away !
When the Children called me, what could I do ?
The Robins might fail, and the Sunbeams too,
But the Children won the day.