The Kelpie rider's jabbering leer!
Ah, God! not me: I was never so!
Sainted Louis, who can know
The lords of life from the slaves of death?
What help avail the speeding breath
Of the spirit that knows not self's abode,—
When the soul is lost that knows not God?
I turned me home by St. Louis' Hall,
Where the red sun burns on the windows tall.