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118 With deep-eyed thought and more than mortal ken.

A power was his beyond the touch of art

Or armèd strength—his pure and mighty heart.

THE PRESIDENT

(WRITTEN DURING THE FIRST ADMINISTRATION OF PRESIDENT CLEVELAND)

PART IV

ESSIPOFF

I

is her playing like?

I ask—while dreaming here under her music's power.

'T is like the leaves of the dark passion-flower

Which grows on a strong vine whose roots, O, deep they sink,

Deep in the ground, that flower's pure life to drink.