I pray you, chafe at times. The floods are out!
I say the floods are out! This way and that
They come a-sweeping.
“Herbert.Wheresoe’er they sweep
The eye of God pursues them and controls:
That which they are to him, that only are they;
The rest is pictured storm.”
A mightier hand than Mr. de Vere’s might own so graphic a picture as this:
“Go where I might, except among the poor,
‘Twas all one huge conspiracy of error,