A LAST DREAM.
Three against one! Three giants it was plain—
While I might scarcely dot our battle ground,
Which glimmered east and west, and north and south,
Farther than eye might see. But all the while,
For I was sinewed by our God himself,
I knew that I should conquer. And I quailed
No jot, who shudder now, even but to think
What secret, deadly and remorseless ways
They took to break me. For one covered o'er
With his vast hand, heaven's gracious breadth of light,
That terror-stricken in the ghastly fields,
My heart might burst and die. One slowly sucked
The life blood at its fount; and from my brain
While I might scarcely dot our battle ground,
Which glimmered east and west, and north and south,
Farther than eye might see. But all the while,
For I was sinewed by our God himself,
I knew that I should conquer. And I quailed
No jot, who shudder now, even but to think
What secret, deadly and remorseless ways
They took to break me. For one covered o'er
With his vast hand, heaven's gracious breadth of light,
That terror-stricken in the ghastly fields,
My heart might burst and die. One slowly sucked
The life blood at its fount; and from my brain
