...upper sky, But without glass we fathom you. DAYS. T\AMSELS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single...I, 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...

...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...

...Nature wild To the conscience of a child. DAYS. DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single...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...

...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...

...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...

...together, here. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. DAYS. TPvAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, -1— ' Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single...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...

...sky, But without glass we fathom you. DAYS. S T\ AUGIITER of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single...I, 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...

...gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all • I, in my pleached gardon, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily...I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. THE CHARTIST'S COMPLAINT T^VAY ! hast thou two faces, Making one place two places f One, by humble...

...of Time ;" but I prefer the original word. '• Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single...too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn." Rare if not imaginary must have been the "day" that did not bear fruit in Emerson's garden. Let us...