sported all day with his arrows and bow, Till one morning he bade a fare. chane'd to a light on the quiver of Wit With shafts like the diamond, the squanders not shafts with such magic endowed No, he keeps for bright spirits those |
sported all day with his arrows and bow, Till one morning he bade a fare. chane'd to a light on the quiver of Wit With shafts like the diamond, the squanders not shafts with such magic endowed No, he keeps for bright spirits those |