James Lowell

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

'T was kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur.

Though old the thought and oft exprest, 'T is his at last who says it best.

All thoughts that mould the age begin Deep down within the primitive soul.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.

Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man; He 's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,- He 's ben true to one party, an' thet is himself.

Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.