There Goes The Parson, Oh

Books Are Not Seldom Talismans And Spells.

Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

But Slaves That Once Conceive The Glowing Thought Of Freedom, In That Hope Itself Possess All That The Contest Calls For; Spirit, Strength, The Scorn Of Danger, And United Hearts, The Surest Presage Of The Good They Seek.

Still Ending, And Beginning Still.