Child of the pure, unclouded brow; And dreaming eyes of wonder!; Though time be fleet and I and thou; Are half a life asunder; Thy loving smile will surely hail; The love-gift of a fairy tale;
"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet; yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you do it?" "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life."