In every home I stand confessed,
A friend of quiet, peace, and rest;
Take off my head, and on your head
My streamers rise, black, brown, or red;
Cut now again, and take my neck off,
You leave my substance not a speck of,
But, with ethereal lightness gay,
I pass in idle breath away.
366. What relation is the door-mat to the scraper?
367. In what do grave and gay people differ at church?