The Fates dole out the weary years they give,
And every day alike in everywhere.
HOMES.
A SESTINA.
We are the smiling comfortable homes
With happy families enthroned therein,
Where baby souls are brought to meet the world,
Where women end their duties and desires,
For which men labor as the goal of life,
That people worship now instead of God.
Do we not teach the child to worship God?—