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.