A DAY of mists, - all blank and bare
Is the beyond, the everywhere,
Afar and nigh;
Save one small round of earth and air,
Whose centre - I.
But into this small plot of ground
Pours a whole city-full of sound,
And to the brim
Hath filled and overflowed its round.
With life's great hymn.
This wealth of sound I bear with me,
And am the centre of a sea,
Where'er I go, -
Much wider than my need can be
Sets to and fro.
Methinks much wider than the ken
Of farthest-reaching minds of men
Their round is clear,
And full and full and full again
Of Heaven's best cheer.
Yet doth the soul, on wings heaven-lent,
Soon part with simple, plain Content, -
Sweet maid, but fond! -
To flee with joyous wonderment
To the beyond.
IT is rumored that an omnibus line will be started, to run between Harvard Square and Boston, early in the coming spring.
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