And though no searching eye may see,
Nor busy tongue may tell,
Perchance, where largest love is laid,
The Master knoweth well!
THE TWISTER.
A twister, in twisting, would twist him a twist,
And, twisting his twists, seven twists he doth twist:
And though no searching eye may see,
Nor busy tongue may tell,
Perchance, where largest love is laid,
The Master knoweth well!
A twister, in twisting, would twist him a twist,
And, twisting his twists, seven twists he doth twist: