Low-roofed, and dimly lit with spars,
To realms with love's whole glories rife,
And over-vaulted by the stars,
“Where souls that love their God are one;
Where He who made them is their joy:
Play on—too young for love—play on!
Your sports are sport of girl and boy!”
XIII.
Two hands—they meet; they part—'tis better so;
Parted, they meet to shape one coronal: