Nor man, nor boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!”
From here on, Lester always felt a great tide lift him high....
“Hence, in a season of calm weather,
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither
And see the children sport upon the shore,