(POVERTY, CHASTITY, OBEDIENCE) Three little leaves like shamrock, And the trefoil's love-lit eyes,
And the resounding harpers of the vine, Lone winter holds upon the Height Her court in full renown.
(For Christine and Tom) Oases are charming 'mid the Afric sands, Beautiful is summer after rain;
Gray lonely rocks about thee stand, Ignored of sun and dew, Yet is thy breath upon the land,
Along Virginia's wondering roads While armies hastened on, To Beauregard's great Southern host,
You never know when war may come, And that is why I keep a drum: For if all sudden in the night
The best of true philosophers Are the children, after all,-- The children with laughing hearts
A sailor that rides the ocean wave, And I in my room at home: Where are the seas I fear to brave,
Tim of the Tales they call me, With a welcome heart and hand; But little they hold my brother
Two young lads from childhood up Drank together friendship's cup: Joe was glad with Bill at play,