My Paul, a longer life let’s have alone;
Just two—the two of us in peace and love.
We may go far afield, I’m sure, to roam
In Florence dear, but find a place to serve
We must, to serve and find o’r joy in peace.
If life so long we are to have, a plan
To serve must be in place. “And frolic cease?,”
Ye ask of me. Oh, no, have both we can.
A plan to serve, a place to frolic in—
These two not contra’ be; the best of life
Is work and play—the twain in joy will send!
And, yes, for me the twain doth seem so right.
A life alone, yet fill’d with joy and peace;
The gods will smile and smile—in bless’ n’er cease!