Content on golden harps to play?
Ah no! we will not do them wrong!
When mothers hear their babies cry
For broken toy or trivial woe,
They smile, for all their love,—they know
Laughter shall follow presently,
And sighing turn to merry song.
They are not cruel, that they smile;
Their eyes, grown old, can farther see,
Weighing the large thing and the less