It droppeth as the gentle rain from ’Eaven
Upon the place beneath; it is twicet bless.
It blesseth in that gives and in that takes
It is in the mightiest—in the mightiest
It becomes the throned monuk better than its crownd.
It’s an appribute to God inself
It is in the thorny ’earts of Kings
But not in the fit and dread of kings.
I asked the boy what he meant to be when he was a man. He answered with decision: “A reciterer.”
I also asked him what he liked best in the play.