A Single Conversation Across The Table With

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

This Is The Place. Stand Still, My Steed,- Let Me Review The Scene, And Summon From The Shadowy Past The Forms That Once Have Been.

Whatever Hath Been Written Shall Remain, Nor Be Erased Nor Written O'er Again; The Unwritten Only Still Belongs To Thee: Take Heed, And Ponder Well What That Shall Be.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.