Two walking baths; two weeping motions;/ Portable, and compendious oceans.

The labourer's muscle is that of a cart-horse, his motions lumbering and slow.

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death