He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.