Lord, it existeth still.”
“Sportsman Time” and “those purblind Doomsters” are characteristic phrases. The many things said by him of birth he sums up at the end of a death-bed poem,—
“We see by littles now the deft achievement
Whereby she has escaped the Wrongers all,
In view of which our momentary bereavement
Outshapes but small.”
As gravely he descends to the ludicrous extreme of making a country girl planting a pine-tree sing,—
“It will sigh in the morning,
Will sigh at noon,