A FEATURE OF THE DAY.
I SEEM to like the vagueness of the day
Which hesitates its meaning to express, And qualifies whate'er it seems to say By " more or less."
It ministers to life's smooth, easy flow, And saves a world of trouble, we confess, To intimate that all we seem to know, Is " more or less."
Our own identity we seem to doubt, That you are you, is but a splendid guess, That I am I, I dare not swear without A "more or less."
To shallow souls are only slender needs : When skies are fair and fortune seems to bless, We seem to think we find in all the creeds, Truth—" more or less."
• See Shel!ey on the skylark.
And yet I seem to think there can be few Who will not find in times of storm and stress Their souls demand the altogether true, Not " more or less."
C. J. BODEN,
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