Reynolds and Midway 45

    We must thus begin the chapter on the deceptive powers. Man is only a subject full of error, natural and ineffaceable, without grace. Nothing shows him the truth. Everything deceives him. - Blaise Pascal, Penseés.

Heigh Ho! let's go, hallooed the harried hare

that jumpd out on that road that we were on

all thinking angle, triangle, and square—

while listening to a devilish antiphon—

and diagrams, then something in the air

like lines along the blue dome caught my head

criss-crossing white like contrails or strung cloud

like butter dribbld over too much bread.

A dry loaf ? Reynolds whisperd, and a loud

array of stanzas we had often read

clamord | But let us think of Julian,

for we had spoke of Ocquonoctua,

now lost, sd Midway, in the merest span

of that Eternity whose wink brings awe

to us in Time who all were ancient whan

our Mother Christ had held us to His breast

before Mary had had the counsel of

that angel who had told in secretest

comforting words that she wld rise w love

and thicken with the Father's child. Unrest

had left her spirit then. Another angle,

sd Reynolds, as the creature made it safe

and hoppd over the curb, of our triangle.

Scoffingly? We cannot here vouchsafe

for one whose ear may hear another angel.

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