In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.
The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
Taste is the next gift to genius.