Ady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, <br />And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, <br />And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; <br />And so right many fair things I might praise; <br />Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair <br />As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, <br />To see the light of babes about the house.<br /><br />Euripides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-in-the-house/
