A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An

Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge Fire Shine, And Cooks In Motion With Their Clean Arms Bared.

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.

Yet I Did Love Thee To The Last, As Ferverently As Thou, Who Didst Not Change Through All The Past, And Canst Not Alter Now.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.