THE MORTAL ANSWERS
"Hear, you chattering cricket,
Hear, you spawn of the sod,
The strange strong cry in the darkness
Of one man praising God,
"That out of the night and nothing
With travail of birth he came
To stand one hour in the sunlight
Only to say her name.
"Falls through her hair the sunshine
In showers; it touches, see,
Her high bright cheeks in turning;
Ah, Elfin Company,
"The world is hot and cruel,
We are weary of heart and hand,
But the world is more full of glory:
Than you can understand."
