350 POEMS 
Children’s children shall not know 
How their doom of joy or woe 
Was determined ere their birth, 
’Neath this roof that droops to earth, 
By some love-tie here create, 
Or hereditary hate, 
Or some glance whose bliss or strife 
Was the climax of a life, 
Though its last dumb witness falls 
With the crumbling of these walls. 
A SONG OF DAYS 
O RADIANT summer day, 
Whose air, sweet air, steals on from flower to 
flower ! 
Couldst thou not yield one hour 
When the glad heart says, “This alone is 
May”? 
O passionate earthly love, 
Whose tremulous pulse beats on to life’s best 
boon ! 
Couldst thou not give one noon, 
One noon of noons, all other bliss above? 
O solemn human life, 
Whose nobler longings bid all conflict cease! 
