disharmony. From Nature's law, Unto her law, thy doom appeals; bids thee To fear the metal sinews of thy soul, And scorn the dust on which thou totterest; But save, oh, save the heart of gold for one Who did, beholding, trust in it. 

 

 

   IV. 

 

 AT THE PARTY. 

 Half a dozen children At our house! Half a dozen children Quiet as a mouse, Quiet as a moonbeam, You could hear a pin— Waiting for the party To begin. 

At our house!

Quiet as a mouse,

You could hear a pin—

To begin.

 Such a flood of flounces! (Oh dear me!) Such a surge of sashes Like a silken sea. Little eyes demurely Cast upon the ground, Little airs and graces All around. 

(Oh dear me!)

Like a silken sea.

Cast upon the ground,

All around.

 High time for that party To begin! To sit so any longer Were a sort of sin; As if you were n't acquainted With society. What a thing to tell of That would be! 

To begin!

Were a sort of sin;

With society.

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