Various, Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two
“ Weaving daily, Singing gaily, As he makes his busy shuttle Hither, thither, scud and scuttle. The weaver at his loom is sitting, Throws his shuttle to and fro; See you not how shape and order From the wild confusion grow, As he makes his shuttle go?— As the web and woof diminish, Grows beyond the beauteous finish,— Tufted plaidings, Shapes, and shadings; All the mystery Now is history;— And we see the reason subtle, Why the weaver makes his shuttle Hither, thither, scud and scuttle. ”
