SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS

Shuffle-shoon and Amber-Locks Sit together, building blocks; Shuffle-Shoon is old and gray, Amber-Locks a little child,

But together at their play Age and Youth are reconciled, And with sympathetic glee Build their castles fair to see.

“When I grow to be a man” ( So the wee one's prattle ran ), “I shall build a castle so — With a gateway broad and grand;

Here a pretty vine shall grow, There a soldier guard shall stand; And the tower shall be so high, Folks will wonder, by and by!”

Shuffle-Shoon quoth: “Yes, I know; Thus I builded long ago! Here a gate and there a wall, Here a window, there a door;

Here a steeple wondrous tall Riseth ever more and more! But the years have leveled low What I builded long ago!”

So they gossip at their play, Heedless of the fleeting day; One speaks of the Long Ago Where his dead hopes buried lie;

One with chubby cheeks aglow Prattleth of the By and By; Side by side, they build their blocks — Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks.