His soul mute wondering that the All-wise Spirit
Should have allowed the doom of such demerit.
JOHN FREDERIC HERBIN
SIMON
I
SIMON bent to his hissing saw,
Simon the chopper gnarled and tough,
All the years, till his hands were rough
His soul mute wondering that the All-wise Spirit
Should have allowed the doom of such demerit.
I
SIMON bent to his hissing saw,
Simon the chopper gnarled and tough,
All the years, till his hands were rough