XX.

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, -- some way back, I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know I 've met the thing before; It just reminded me -- 't was all -- And came my way no more.

Is Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal, But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

Is Heaven an exchequer? They speak of what we owe; But that negotiation I 'm not a party to.