would now
and then
Spread, as
he meant
to fly,
then close
again – ”
so that we
should
suspect
that we
might be
conversing
with an
angel.
Bread may
not always
nourish
us; but it
always
does us
good, it
even takes
stiffness
out of our
joints,
and makes
us supple
and
buoyant,
when we
knew not
what ailed
us, to
recognize
any
generosity
in man or
Nature, to
share any
unmixed
and heroic
joy.
Ancient
poetry and
mythology
suggest,
at least,
that
husbandry
