...may hide in the upper sky, But without glass we fathom you. DAYS. T\AMSELS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And...too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. THE CHARTIST'S COMPLAINT. T^VAY ! hast thou two facea, Making one place two places f One, by humble farmer...

...hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. 1, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my...I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. RW EMRRSON. HUMAN LIFE. O AD is our youth, for it is ever going, *^ Crumbling away beneath our very...

...bind the strength of Nature wild To the conscience of a child. DAYS. DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And...I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. MY GAKDEN. IF I could put my woods in song, And tell what 's there enjoyed, All men would to my gardens...

...fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will — Bread, kingdoms, stars, and heaven that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched...Turned and departed silent : I too late Under her solemi^ fillet saw the scorn. " l Of course you will see at a glance that asking God for these gifts...

...they offer gifts after his will — Bread, kingdoms, stars, and heaven that holds them all. I, in rny pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning...I too late Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn." l Of course you will see at a glance that asking God for these gifts at the hands of time or opportunity...

...they offer gifts after his will— Bread, kingdoms, stars, and heaven that holds them all. I, in rny pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning...I too late Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn." 1 Of course you will see at a glance that asking God for these gifts at the hands of time or opportunity...

...Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, 1'orgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples,...Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solcnm fillet saw the scorn. MY GAEDEN. IP I could put my woods iu song, And tell what 's there enjoyed,...

...we are, together, here. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. DAYS. TPvAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, -1— ' Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching...I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. RW EMERSON. HUMAN LIFE. O AD is our youth, for it is ever going, *"-^ Crumbling away beneath our very...

...fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will — Bread, kingdoms, stars, and heaven that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched...I too late Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn." * Of course you will see at a glance that asking God for these gifts at the hands of time or opportunity...

...hide in the upper sky, But without glass we fathom you. DAYS. S T\ AUGIITER of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And...too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. THE CHARTIST'S COMPLAINT T\AY ! hast thou two faces, Making one place two places ? One, by humble farmer...