William Motherwell,
The Poetical Works of William Motherwell…
(1849)
“ Through life on journeying, by its thorny paths, Or pleasant ways—its rank green hemlock wastes. Or roseate bowers—in utter loneliness, Or 'mid the din of busy multitudes— Two babes of beauty linger near us still— Twin Cherubim—that leave us not until We've passed the threshold of that crowded inn Which borders on Eternity! One doth point. ”
