Chapter 1905 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

LXXVII.

All this (save the last stanza) Henry said, And thought. I say no more--I've said too much; For all of us have either heard or read-- Off--or _upon_ the hustings--some slight such Hints from the independent heart or head Of the official candidate. I'll touch No more on this--the dinner-bell hath rung, And grace is said; the grace I _should_ have _sung_--