When I was almost forty br br I had a daughter whose name was Golden Bells. br br Now it is just a year since she was born; br br She is learning to sit and cannot yet talk. br br Ashamed—to find that I have not a sage’s heart: br br br br Henceforward I am tied to things outside myself: br br My only reward—the pleasure I am getting now. br br If I am spared the grief of her dying young, br br Then I shall have the trouble of getting her married.