Evening Songs (1920)/63

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Vítězslav Hálek3152329Evening Songs1919Josef Štýbr

LXIII

Now go, my darling children, go—
This is no more your station;
Accept for your quaint journey yet
Your father’s osculation!

May be, somewhere they’ll honor you
And offer you receptions;
But somewhere they may criticise—
Be ready for exceptions!

But let your mind not be disturbed
Nor wrinkles in face driven:
All kinds of men live in the world,
But few to love are given.