Not Such Your Burden
Not such your burden, happy youths, as ours
Poor women-children nurtured daintily
For ye have comrades when ill-fortune lours,
To hearten you with talk and company;
And ye have games for solace, and may roam
Along the streets and see the painters' shows.
But woe betide us if we stir from home
And there our thoughts are dull enough, God knows!