From Henceforth Thou Shalt Learn

How Gently Rock Yon Poplars High Against The Reach Of Primrose Sky With Heaven's Pale Candles Stored.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

Children Bring Their Own Love With Them When They Come.

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

When Our Thoughts Are Born, Though They Be Good And Humble, One Should Mind How They Are Reared, Or Some Will Go Astray And Shame Their Mother.