II.
The Dealer sits yonder,—the hands that he serves us—
The brains and the beauty and courage that nerves us,—
And strength for the struggle; and then he gives warning,
To play to the ceiling till dawn of the morning!
The Dealer sits yonder,—the hands that he serves us—
The brains and the beauty and courage that nerves us,—
And strength for the struggle; and then he gives warning,
To play to the ceiling till dawn of the morning!