Careers

I knew three sisters,--all were sweet; Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly meet The matrimonial tie. I asked the first what fate would she Wish joy of life to bring to her. She answered: 'I would like to be A concert singer.' I asked the second, for my mind Was set on nuptial noosing, Unto what lot was she inclined If she could have the choosing? Said she: 'For woman I can see No fortune finer, Than to go in for Art and be A dress designer.' With heavy heart I asked the third What was her life ambition; A maiden she in look and word Of modest disposition. 'Alas, I dearly wish,' said she, 'My aims were deeper: My highest hope it is to be A good house-keeper.' Which did I choose? Look at my home,-- The answer's there; As neat and sweet as honeycomb, With children fair. And so it humbly seems to me, In common life, A woman's glory is to be A good house-wife.