I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.