_You who to the rounded prime_
_Of a life of toil and stress_,
_Still have kept the morning-time_
_Of glad youth in heart and spirit_,
_So your laugh, as children hear it_,
_Seems their own, no less_,—
_Take this book of childish rhyme_—
_The Book of Joyous Children_.
_Their first happiness on earth_
_Here is echoed—their first glee_:
_Rich, in sooth, the volume’s worth_—
_Not in classic lore, but rich in_
_The child-sagas of the kitchen_;—
_Therefore, take from me_
_To your heart of childish mirth_
_The Book of Joyous Children_.