The Hearts That Never Lean

He Ate And Drank The Precious Words, His Spirit Grew Robust; He Knew No More That He Was Poor, Nor That His Frame Was Dust.

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

I Stepped From Plank To Plank A Slow And Cautious Way

She Rose To His Requirement, Dropped The Playthings Of Her Life To Take The Honorable Work Of Woman And Of Wife.

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?