I have three


Fish on my mulberry tree,


Boys bred they say


As heirs to strife and


Marks for cannons not yet forged.


Only wonder clothes them now


And I wince to think on what will fell them.


Yet if men did not make sons


Worlds could not be lost


And lives in the bargain.


No lost lives and tragedy gone?


Think what void


Awaits the banishment of loss!