Sixty and six: or, a fountain of youth.
Fons, delicium domus. Martial.joy of the morning,
Darling of dawning,
Blithe little, lithe little daughter of mine!
While with thee ranging
Sure I'm exchanging
Sixty of my years for six years like thine.
Wings cannot vie with thee,
Lightly I fly with thee
Gay as the thistle-down over the lea.
Life is all magic,
Comic or tragic,
Played as thou playest it daily with me.
Floating and ringing,
Thy merry singing