Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
What joy is better than the news of friends?
And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
Talent should minister to genius.