The honeyed carrots introduced with voice
Of patient nutriment distract the frown,
Enthrone the smile anew, as if no choice
Devolves, returning up without a down.
The servants wheel about the little king,
Their happy labor to perform each boon,
And though their tireless melody makes sing
The pampered prince, his courtiers call the tune.
As they are now, so shall he be, who feeds
On love, that gaining health attains his prime,
So he, in turn, may dote another’s needs,
From hub become a spoke of wheel sublime.
The purpos’d clutter yields unto the living;
The givers’ gifts are given to the giving.