Such welling floods of pain till we are old,
Because when we were young one grave was laid—
One baby died?
THE HOUSEWIFE [f]
Here is the House to hold me—cradle of all the race;
Here is my lord and my love, here are my children dear—
Here is the House enclosing, the dear-loved dwelling place;
Why should I ever weary for aught that I find not here?
Here for the hours of the day and the hours of the night;