Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!