12.VI. I mingle on Norwegian shore,
With ebbing water's backward roar.
6.VII. I stand, a ladder to renown,
Set 'twixt the stars and Milan town.
1.VIII. Highest and lowliest both to me lay claim,
The little hyssop and the king of fame.
"That makes that point about the squares clear," said Mary.
"I think it's even more significant," said her brother.
9.VIII. This sensible old man refused to tread
The path to Hades in a youngster's stead.