From SAINT PAUL BY F. W. H. MYERS God who, whatever frenzy of our fretting, TO A FRIEND Chafing at Enforced Idleness from Interrupted Health Soon may the edict lapse, that on you lays For they are blest that have not much to rue- "WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, BY ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH It fortifies my soul to know That, howsoe'er I stray and range, MAGNA EST VERITAS BY COVENTRY PATMORE Here, in this little Bay, Full of tumultuous life and great repose, The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes, For want of me the world's course will not fail; When none cares whether it prevail or not. |