The good Wife’s sons come home again
Wi’ little into their hands
But the lear o’ men that ha’ dealt wi’ men
In the new and naked lands—
But the faith o’ men that ha’ proven men
By more than willing breath,
And the eyes o’ men that ha’ read wi’ men
In the open books o’ Death.
Rich are they, rich in wonders seen,
But poor in the goods o’ men: