in or out; and in this manner the meter could be kept from

Let this, our city, be our luxury.

We should build parks that students from afar

Would choose to starve in, rather than go home,

Fair little squares, with Phidian ornament,

Food for the spirit, milk and honeycomb.

Songs shall be sung by us in that good day,

Songs we have written, blood within the rhyme

Beating, as when Old England still was glad, --