Toll slowly.
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness His rest.
Rhyme of the Duchess.
Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle
Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
Lady Geraldine's Courtship. xli.
But since he had
The genius to be loved, why let him have
The justice to be honoured in his grave.