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THE BEST GAME
When the earth-born children rock
Slowly, slowly into rest,
Then the sky-born children flock
Out of Pearly School in quest
Of delight.
Slowly, slowly into rest,
Then the sky-born children flock
Out of Pearly School in quest
Of delight.
Since they live so far beyond,
We must try to be content
Not to see them round a pond,
Sailing there in merriment
Golden boats.
We must try to be content
Not to see them round a pond,
Sailing there in merriment
Golden boats.
But at least we learn to see,
Looking from our earthly post,
What is largest in their glee;
What they surely love the most
In their games.
Looking from our earthly post,
What is largest in their glee;
What they surely love the most
In their games.
Every night, as if by rule,
When the Master moves away
From His desk in Pearly School,
All the children rush to play
In the street.
When the Master moves away
From His desk in Pearly School,
All the children rush to play
In the street.
While they shake with thrilling noise
Lovely air, till air is song,
We can almost hear the boys
Flogging silver tops along
Streets of sky!
Lovely air, till air is song,
We can almost hear the boys
Flogging silver tops along
Streets of sky!
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There a golden tipcat shone
For a minute, till it met
Heavy darkness! It is gone;
But the tops are spinning yet
Overhead!
For a minute, till it met
Heavy darkness! It is gone;
But the tops are spinning yet
Overhead!
Greybeard Wisdom from afar
Calling loudly, bids us think
Every top is but a star
Set gigantic on the brink
Of Surprise.
Calling loudly, bids us think
Every top is but a star
Set gigantic on the brink
Of Surprise.
But it pleases us to dream!
Long we stand, when eve is cool,
Looking for the Babes to stream
Once again from Pearly School
In a rush.
Long we stand, when eve is cool,
Looking for the Babes to stream
Once again from Pearly School
In a rush.
Now the Master moves away
From his desk, and kids you fly,
Happy Children! In your play
Flog the stars along the sky
Hour by hour!
From his desk, and kids you fly,
Happy Children! In your play
Flog the stars along the sky
Hour by hour!
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