Not in this world to see his face
\nSounds long, until I read the place
\nWhere this is said to be
\nBut just the primer to a life
\nUnopened, rare, upon the shelf,
\nClasped yet to him and me.<\/p>\n
And yet, my primer suits me so
\nI would not choose a book to know
\nThan that, be sweeter wise;
\nMight some one else so learned be,
\nAnd leave me just my A B C,
\nHimself could have the skies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"