Classic Poem

Play in thy mother's lap! In that holy inviolate island,
Child, no cares exist, nor does anxiety frown.
Dandled above the abyss in the loving embrace of a mother,
Smiling thou mayst glance down on the tumult of earth.
Play, then, innocent child! Arcadia still is around thee,
Nature uncontrolled loves an hilarious mood.
For the voluptuous art fictitious borders arranges,
Willing as is thy soul, lacking are duty and aim.
Play! For anon will come the days of compulsory labour,
And from a task imposed pleasure and humour recoil.