PYGMY WORKERS AND BUILDERS. 121 



Seeing only what is fair, 

 Sipping only what is sweet, 

 Thou dost mock at fate and care, 

 Leave the chaff and take the wheat. 

 When the fierce northwestern blast 

 Cools sea and land so far and fast, 

 Thou already slumberest deep ; 

 Woe and want thou canst outsleep ; 

 Want and woe, which torture as, 

 Thy sleep makes ridiculous. 



Emerson. 



