I’ve covered many and many a mile;
I’ve seen the setting of many a sun;
I have oft been charmed by the infant’s smile,
Pondering gladly life’s journey begun.
I’ve met with the great and small not a few;
I’ve sat at the feet of the learned knight,
I’ve stood on the stage with Gentile and Jew,
Addressing the throng by day and by night.
I’ve witnessed the way of the meek and wise,
Ah, the vanishing joy of the greedy;
And more has come under my eager eyes,
Seeing the re-filled cup of the needy.
But never a joy I’ve felt was my own—
Which bachelor old and maiden know not—
Is equal to that when I return home,
My humble home, yet delectable spot,
And take to my heart my own little girl,
All laughter and love—the joy of my life.
Right here let me rest, far away the mad whirl,
And feast on pure love, free from all strife.
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My own little girl,
My priceless pearl,
With dance of delight,
A musical sprite—
My Artena.
With hair of pure gold,
With heart never cold,
Who learns with a zest,
And strives for the best—
My Artena.
Ten years old today—
And never to decay—
May she aye be sweet,
And at length complete,
My Artena.