You'll be a richer man before night than you
ever were before. Here is a year's salary in advance, from the church,
sir. You understand. And we all want our daguerreotypes; so order an
instrument."
Or, of an agitated voice, that followed him like the voice of a spirit,
mysterious and persuasive:
"Oh, believe in the Good Will Doctrine!"
SEA-WEED.
BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
Not always unimpeded can I pray,
Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim:
Too closely clings the burden of the day,
And all the mint and anise that I pay
But swells my debt and deepens my self-blame.
Shall I less patience have than Thou, who know
That Thou revisit'st all who wait for Thee,
Nor only fill'st the unsounded depths below
But dost refresh with measured overflow
The rifts where unregarded mosses be?
The drooping sea-weed hears, in night abyssed,
Far and more far the waves' receding shocks,
Nor doubts, through all the darkness and the mist
That the pale shepherdess will keep her tryst,
And shoreward lead once more her foam-fleeced flocks.
For the same wave that laps the Carib shore
With momentary curves of pearl and gold,
Goes hurrying thence to gladden with its roar
The lorn shells camped on rocks of Labrador,
By love divine on that glad errand rolled.
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