Earning in easy toil the food of frugal life.
“It was a group which Richter, had he viewed,
Might have deemed worthy of his perfect skill;
The keen impatience of the younger brood,
Their eager eyes and fingers never still;
The hope, the wonder, and the restless joy
Of those glad girls and that vociferous boy.
“The aged friend[12] serene with quiet smile,
Who in their pleasure finds her own delight;
The mother’s heart-felt happiness the while;