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In the Morning

BOYHOOD
What are the gifts he asks of Fate?
Plenty of play,
A job with pay,
Permission to sit up late, late late--
And another hour's nap in the morning.
YOUNG MANHOOD
What does he ask the gods of Chance?
His tailor-bill paid,
The lips of a maid,
A long walk home from a long, long dance--
And another hour's nap in the morning.
MIDDLE LIFE
What does he ask the fonts of Fame?
The bicker and strife,
The buffets of life,
A few fond friends in a quiet game--
And another hour's nap in the morning.
OLD AGE
What shall he ask with his last short breath?
One touch of love,
One look above,
One painless stroke at the hands of death--
And the hope of a waking in the morning.
From The Seattle Star, June 23, 1919. By Edmund Vance Cooke.