God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.
Threatened folk live long.