"Well," is queried then, "the difference

Who can now define?"

Answers Rob: "In verse they never

Finish out the line!"

Boy, thy thought doth strangely thrill me,

And as hours roll on,

Hears my heart a solemn query:

Is my day's work done?

Do I make of this my life-task

[Pg 21]

Prose or idle rhyme?

Do I in the sight of Heaven

Finish out the line?

Oh, it is "too fine a knowledge"

For our mortal sight,

All these restless little creatures

How to lead aright.

He who prayeth while he worketh,

Taking lessons still

Of the Friend of little children,

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