round the
festive
board –
may
unexpectedly
come forth
from
amidst
society’s
most
trivial
and
handselled
furniture,
to enjoy
its
perfect
summer
life at
last! I do
not say
that John
or
Jonathan
will
realize
all this;
but such
is the
character
of that
morrow
which mere
lapse of
time can
never make
to dawn.
The light
which puts
out our
eyes is
darkness
to us.
Only that
day dawns
to which
we are
awake.
There is
more day
