Good books, good friends, and holy moods, and all
That lent rough life sweet Sunday seeming rests,
Making earth heaven-like. Welcome, wicked world,
The hardening heart, the calculating brain
Narrowing its doors to thought, the lying lips,
The calm-dissembling eyes; the greedy flesh,
The world, the Devil—welcome, welcome, welcome!
Sp. (from within.) This stern necessity of things
On every side our being rings;
Our sallying eager actions fall