For devil’s work to break, for Wrong and Right,
And will (however hard) to choose between them:
For merry tales, no matter where you glean them:
Songs, stars, delight of birds, and summer roses,
Sunshine, wherein my friend the dog now dozes:
Danger—the zest of life, and Love, the lord
Of Life and Death: for every open word
Spoken in blame or praise by friend o’ mine
To spur me on: for old, good memories,
Keeping in my soul’s cellar like good wine: