VII.
When next moon fell, the Easter Bell
Sailed into harbor, as they tell,
With silk "gossoon" astream aboon—
And Nora in her calm did croon,
And softly tell: "I knew it well,
His head it tosseth with weed and shell."
[TO W.]
I.
"Neural and hæmal arch," you say,
"Tell out man's history to-day,
Brain and mechanics have their way."
Is structure then sole test of kin?
The ape from man, in form and skin,
Is far as holiness from sin!