"Jack and Jill

Went up the hill,

To draw a pail of water:

Jack fell down

And broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after."

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

When the world was young, together.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

In Eden ways and weather.

She to seek out blessed springs,

He to bear the burden:

Nature their sole choice of things,

Love their only guerdon.

That was all the simple creatures knew.

Jack and Jill come down the hill,

In the world's fall years, together.

Jack and Jill come down the hill,

And there is stormy weather.

'T is all about the pail, you see;

The sweet springs are behind them:

Empty-handed seemeth she

Who only helped to find them.

Jill would like to swing a bucket, too.

O'er the hillside coming down,

Eagerly and proudly,

Sparkling trophies to the town

To bear, she clamors loudly.

But, in face of all the town,

Challenging its laughter,

Many a Jack comes tumbling down.

Shall the Jills come after?

Is that what the women want to do?

Listen! When on heights of life

Hidden pools He planted,

God to Adam and his wife

Wise division granted.

Gave his son the pitcher broad

For wealth and weight of water;

But the quick divining-rod

Confided to his daughter.

Ah, if men and women only knew!