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Mulvaney turned to me.
"Lave me to talk to him, sorr," said Mulvaney.
I left, and on my way home thought a good deal over Ortheris in particular, and my friend Private Thomas Atkins whom I love, in general.
But I could not come to any conclusion of any kind whatever.
L'ENVOI
And they were stronger hands than mine That digged the Ruby from the earth-- More cunning brains that made it worth The large desire of a King; And bolder hearts that through the brine Went down the Perfect Pearl to bring.
Lo, I have wrought in common clay Rude figures of a rough-hewn race; For Pearls strew not the market-place In this my town of banishment, Where with the s.h.i.+fting dust I play And eat the bread of Discontent.
Yet is there life in that I make,-- Oh, Thou who knowest, turn and see.
As Thou hast power over me, So have I power over these, Because I wrought them for Thy sake, And breathe in them mine agonies.
Small mirth was in the making. Now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at Thy feet I lay My wares ere I go forth to sell.
The long bazar will praise--but Thou-- Heart of my heart, have I done well?
