DRAMATIC. (continued 2)

But hold—I rave— I know, I know—no matter, so would you.— But find your soul’s ideal, and you would find, If common-sense be reason, you would rave, Till you forgot that common-sense could be— Though I forget it not. My tale is told. Why talk I more? I know one household now All radiant through its mistress! Where she dwells A sweet content pervades the very air, And genial sympathy smiles on to make Each whole long year one summer of delight.