E-text prepared by Curtis Weyant, Charlie Kirschner,
and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team
O for one spot of living green,
One little spot where leaves can grow,--
To love unblamed, to walk unseen,
To dream above, to sleep below!
Holmes.
There are in this loud stunning tide,
Of human care and crime,
With whom the melodies abide
Of th' everlasting chime;
And to wise hearts this certain hope is given;
"No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of Heaven."
Keble.
I never knew exactly how the invitation came; I felt very muchhonored by it, though I think now, very likely the honor was feltto be upon the other side. I was exceedingly young, and exceedinglyignorant, not seventeen, and an orphan, living in the house of anuncle, an unmarried man of nearly seventy, wholly absorbed inbusiness, and not much more interested in me than in his clerks andservants.
I had come