174 CHATS WORTH AND H ADD ON HALL.
They seem but just to have set the goblet down, As for a moment, yet return no more. The chair, the board, the couch of state are here, And we, the intrusive step are fain to check, As though we pressed upon their privacy. Whose privacy ? The dead? A riddle all ! Yea, we ourselves are riddles.
While we cling
Still to our crumbling hold, so soon to fall And be forgotten, in that yawning gulph That whelms all past, all present, all to come, Oh, grant us wisdom, Father of the Soul, To win a changeless heritage with thee.