In one, among the city streets a laborer’s home appear’d, After his day’s work done, cleanly, sweet-air’d, the gaslight burning, The carpet swept and a fire in the cheerful stove.

In one, the sacred parturition scene, A happy painless mother birth’d a perfect child.

In one, at a bounteous morning meal, Sat peaceful parents with contented sons.

In one, by twos and threes, young people, Hundreds concentring, walk’d the paths and streets and roads, Toward a tall-domed school.

In one a trio beautiful, Grandmother, loving daughter, loving daughter’s daughter, sat, Chatting and sewing.