REBUILD

They build their homes on the sand,

     Sweet little ones at play,

And bye and bye the monster tide

Rolls over from the ocean side

     And washes them away.

We guild our hopes upon the sand

     Of fortune every day;

And by and by Fate’s blooding tide

Comes rolling from the ocean wide

     And sweeps them all away.

Next day the children come and build

     Their houses up anew;

And so must we, ere close of day

Build up the hopes that wash away

     Just as the children do.

July 21, 1901