To carol thee upon thy ways,
And fill ye up o’ love and love and love.
And a message of cheer and encouragement she gives to those who sorrow, in this:
“The web o’ sorrow weaveth ’bout the days o’ earth, and ’tis but Folly who plyeth o’ the bobbin. I tell thee more, the bobbins stick and threads o’ day-weave go awry. But list ye; ’tis he who windeth o’ his web ’pon smiles and shuttleth ’twixt smiles and woe who weaveth o’ a day afull and pleantious. And sorrow then wilt rift and show a light athrough.”
Smiles amid sorrows. He who windeth of his web upon smiles not only rifts his own woes but those of others, as she expresses it in this verse:
The smile thou cast today that passed
Unheeded by the world; the handclasp
Of a friend, the touch of baby palms
Upon its mother’s breast—
Whither have they flown along the dreary way?