Is There No Bright Reversion

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.