If I had known in the morning How wearily all the day The words unkind would trouble my mind That I said when you went away, I had been more careful, darling, Kor given you needless pain, But we vex our own with look and tone We may never take back again. For, though in the quiet evening You may give me the klss of peaoe, Y et it well might be that never for me The pain of the heart ahould cease ! Eow many go forth at morning Who never come home at nightl And hearts have broken for harsh words spoken That sorrow oan ne'er set right. We have careful thought for the stranger And smiles for the some time guest, But oft for our own the bitter tone, Though we love our own the best. Ah, lips with the curve impatient, Ah, brow with the shade of scorn, 'Twere a cruel fate were the night too late To undo the work of the mom !