Though the Echo be silent, the Sun in a mist,
The Maid is the fairest that ever was kissed.
And when tempests are over and ended the rain,
And the child of the Sunshine is sunny again,
He comes back, glad at heart, and again is at one
With the changeable child of the Echo and Sun.



Footnotes:

{1} Cf. "Suggestions for Academic Reorganization."

{2} The last three stanzas are by an eminent Anthropologist.

{3} Thomas of Ercildoune.

{4} A knavish publisher.

{5} Vous y verrez, belle Julie,
Que ce chapeau tout maltraite
Fut, dans un instant de folie,
Par les Graces meme invente.

'A Julie.' Essais en Prose et en Vers, par Joseph Lisle; Paris.
An. V. de la Republique.

{6} "I have broken many a pane of glass marked Cruel Parthenissa,"
says the aunt of Sophia Western in Tom Jones.