Rebellious passions rise and swell;
But—life is more than fruit or grain,
And so I sing, and all is well.
RETORT
"Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart,
"Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
To be led astray by the trick of a tress,
By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;"
And my heart was in sore distress.
Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair,