Keep Thy Smooth Words And

A Little Still She Strove, And Much Repented, And Whispering “i Will Ne'er Consent”—consented.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant Thy Praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, For A Hymn Loud As The Virtues Thou Dost Loudly Vaunt, Not Practise!

He Learned The Arts Of Riding, Fencing, Gunnery, And How To Scale A Fortress - Or A Nunnery.