Chapter 497 No.497

Whereupon a child began

With spirit running up to man

As by angels' shining ladder,

(May he find no cloud above!)

Seeming he had ne'er been sadder

All his days than now,

Sitting in the chestnut grove,

With that joyous overflow

Of smiling from his mouth o'er brow

And cheek and chin, as if the breeze

Leaning tricksy from