While their lips are at honesty curled,—
Harsh blame, hie away! And your censure, be still!
It is only the way of the world!
The way of the world! What a happy excuse
For the faults and the follies unfurled!
Bind virtue securely! The vices turn loose!
'Tis the way—'tis the way—of the world!
MY SHADOW AND I.
A something, not of earth or sky,
Beside me walks the ways I go,