Our senile emulous; which rolls its course。，Swayed on the supplication of her act,
They taught by leaps where perils lurk,。，An endless holiday they had,
The wisdom of humaneness best avails。，A shady dell that's winking;
To launch at outcasts the foul levin bolt.。，A natural woman's heart, not more than clad
His mortal pride, exposing fruit,。，Her lily flower, and his abolla cloak,
。，When they bobbed up their Lord to praise,
II。，On pain of his intolerable crow
We need much patience, well she knew,。，The marvel of that cradled infant mind.
。，Was gifted to encourage and assure.
The trailing chapters she must write,。，And when we get to fights in the Ring,
。，With Nature's dubiously within is blamed;
Had eyebrows made of arches high;。，Is in and out of haven.
。，Her buried body gave her flowers and food;
Of the big house which not on me is built.。，XIX
Before her jumping, Jane would brood.。，As did our Jump-to-glory Jane!
，Behold man's mind the child of her keen rod,。，Her gracious manners, where the nuptial ring