No Spaulding's glue for human erring;
All alike they will go together,
And lie in Potter's field forever.
At length the whole secret of life is told:
'Tis because we're earth, and not of gold,
'Tis because we're ware that beware we must,
Lest we crack, and break, and crumble to dust.
What wonder that men so clash together,
And in the clash so break with each other!
Or that households are full of family jars,