A CONCEALED WORD SQUARE.
We were striving to believe Robert when he said the Muse refused to hold forth her sceptre every time.
William A. Lewis.
No. 4.
A RIDDLE.
In height and depth, in heaven and hell,
In ocean, and in earth I dwell;
The first of each, and the last of one,
And yet I can be found in none.
Though evil with me must begin,
I am in error, and not in sin.
The first in enterprise to lead,
I never fail in strength and speed.
Yet always found in bed and weak,
I can not stand alone. I speak
The end at once of peace and strife,
Am present both in death and life.
My common help to foe and friend
In silence and in speech I lend,
And still an equal place I have
In both the cradle and the grave.
In short, where time is I must be,
And space will terminate with me.
Indie.