Most merciful
Look kindly
An impudent
Who wants sitting on.
This evening lateI went to the
And then to the
There were more
Than I could have expected,
Even I!
I was amazed,
Almighty,
August!
I was utterly dazed,
Omnipotent!
In a word I was floored,
Good God of Hosts—Lord!
That at this time of
They should still blaze away,
That thou hadst not
Or at least
Their white silver beauty—Was it spite? Was it duty?
