Herman Melville

“ Ruffled the Swede- cyoked a whim ⁠10
Which took these words: "O, well bestowed!
Hither and help us, man of God:
Doctor of consolation, here!
Be warned though: truth won't docile be
To codes of good society." ”

“ Methinks he brought an added gloom
To nature here. Here church and state
He founded--would perpetuate ⁠105
Exclusive and withdrawn. But no:
Advancing years prohibit rest;
All turns or alters for the best. ”

“ We peer from brinks of all we know;
Our eyes are blurred against the haze:
Canst help us track in snow on snow ⁠25
The footprint of the Ancient of Days?"
"Scarce without snow-shoes;" Derwent mild
In gravity; "But come ”