(May 19, 1910.)


Here we are, friends, whole and hale
In or through the comet's tail;
And as far as we can say,
Matters are about as they
Were before.

Everything is much the same
As before the comet came.
Grasses grow and waters run--
Nothing new beneath the sun--
Same old sphere.

Life is drab or life is gay,
Thorny path or primrose way;
All is common, all is strange;
"Down the ringing grooves of change"