Margaret breathed the next fine lines.

"So you have tried--
So you have known
The bitter-sweetness of Attempt,
The quick determination and the dread despair
That grapple and possess you as you strive
For imagery."

George questioned: "Imagery...?"

"That verse is more for me than you," the poet explained. "'For
imagery'--to get the right word, you know."

"Rather!" said George. "It does for me too--in exams, when one is
floored, you know."

"Yes," Margaret admitted doubtfully. "Ye-es. Don't interrupt between
the verses, dear."

Now emotion swelled her voice.

"Success be yours!
May you achieve
To heights you do not dream you'll ever touch;
The power's to your hand, the road before you lies--
Forward! The gods not always frown; anon
They'll kindly smile."

"Why, that's splendid!" George cried. He put a cousinly arm about the