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Put away your pens and books,
children, school is done with;
pull your hats down from their hooks
and your comrades run with!
lads and lassies, earth is gay -
flowers and lambs are springing;
all youth has a holiday -
let us hear you singing!
Turn aside from motley toil,
leaders of the great world -
kings and rulers - from the coil
wherein you were fate-hurled.
come and jest awhile, you too,
come and take your pleasure,
come and get your strength anew -
you must have your leisure.
Pile your tools and shut your shops,
craftsmen, hard contriving;
lo, the wheel of labour stops -
cease to-day from striving.
out into the friendly air,
leave behind your pothers;
take your good wife to the fair -
she has also bothers!
Stay your flow of vain regrets,
ancients in your ingles;
dwell not on your pains and frets -
rain with sunshine mingles;
draem your hearts are once more blithe
and you still go maying;
dream your limbs are strong and lithe,
dream we all are playing!