“I RAN IT THRO’ E’EN FROM MY BOYISH DAYS.”
“And here’s the birth-day ring—nor man nor devil
Should once have torn it from my living hand,
Perchance ’twill look as well on Mr. Neville;
And that—and that is all—and now I stand
Absolved of each dissever’d tie and band—
And so farewell, till Time’s eternal sickle
Shall reap our lives; in this, or foreign land
Some other may be found for truth to stickle
Almost as fair—and not so false and fickle!”