brightest gems in heaven that glow 
Shine out from midmost sky; 
The whitest pearls of the sea below 
In its lowest caverns lie. 
He must stretch afar who would reach a star, 
Dive deep for the pearl, I trow, 
And the fairest rose that in Scotland blows, 
Hangs high on the topmost bough. 
' Whyte Melvilie. 
Petunia (^hite) — Jf^ust to JVIe, 
wife, my life. O we will walk this world, 
Yoked in all exercise of noble end. 
And so through those dark gates across the wild 
That no man knows. Indeed I love thee : come, 
Yield thyself up: my hopes and thine are one 
Accomplish thdu my manhood and thyself; 
Lay thy sweet hands in mine and 
trust to me. 
Tennyson. 
