Went on just as I used to do.
But the good God smiled as He shook His head;
“It’s a troublesome child,” said He, “but yet
Not quite so altogether dead
As those solemn old fools that laughed. Don’t fret!”
At least, I think that’s what He said.
TO HIS MAID
Since above Time, upon Eternity
The lovely essence of true loving’s set,
Time shall not triumph over you and me,