James Russell Lowell 
Last Poems 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Beyond the narrow ring of sense What should we know, who lounge about The house we dwell in, nor find out, Masked by a wall, the secret cell Where the soul’s priests in hiding dwell The winding stair that steals aloof To chapel-mysteries ‘neath the roof?