Can he give forth God’s message through his own?
Yet,—Nay, I would not chide, I caution you.
Wit heeds a hint; ’tis dulness questions it.
“And so you thought I wish’d my pillow turn’d,
And books, and tales, and bustlings all about?
Does not the world, then, worry life enough,—
That one should crave for more to worry him?
Do I so lack for exercise? Ah me!
Some nervous mothers—bless them!—shake their babes.
I never deem’d it wise; oh, no—am sure