ROUND THE WORLD GOES.

Round the world goes, by day and night,

While with it also round go we;

And in the flight of one day's light

An image of all life's course we see.

Round, round, while thus we go round,

The best thing a man can do,

Is to make it, at least, a merry-go-round,

By — sending the wine round too.

Our first gay stage of life is when

Youth in its dawn salutes the eye —

Season of bliss! Oh, who would n't then

Wish to cry, “Stop!” to earth and sky?

But, round, round, both boy and girl

Are whisked thro’ that sky of blue;

And much would their hearts enjoy the whirl,

If — their heads did n't whirl round too.

Next, we enjoy our glorious noon,

Thinking all life a life of light;

But shadows come on,‘ tis evening soon,

And ere we can say, “How short!” —‘ tis night.

Round, round, still all goes round,

Even while I'm thus singing to you;

And the best way to make it a merry-go-round,

Is to — chorus my song round too.