Towards democracy

O Kittle sister Heart, without thy big brother the rude Brain what wouldst thou do?

So I see thee sitting in thy solitary chamber, poring over a fizure in a cameo—

So pearning lost desirous, faint forgetful,

failing almost thy datly service of the body.

Then comes thy brother and snatches thee by the hand, saying, ““ Come out here into the world:

See all these wonderful things, and all there 1s to do ;”

And talks so eloquent, so persuasively,

Soon thou art busy with him and his affairs, and the great world outside there in the sun ;

Lill presently he rests or sleeps awhtle—and thou returning

Gazest again on the cameo in thy chamber.