What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!

Talent should minister to genius.

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.