CITY AND COUNTRY LIFE 39 



or in the imagination of impossibilities. 

 Our touch with passing facts is as light as 

 we might think our hold was on the future. 

 Seldom in our lives do we cry, as Faust, 

 "Stay, flying moment: thou art fair." But 

 if the hour strikes when we may, we hear 

 it in the country. 



