Then up the summer night the moon arose, Glassing her sacred beauty in the sea, That ever at her feet in silver flows; And with her rising came a thought to me How ever old and ever young she grows, And still more lovely she.

whose ample light, Blessing every forehead, ripening every fruit, Entering every flower and every hovel, Pours itself forth and yet is never less, Still spending and unspentlike mother's love! I sing of thee, and will be thy high priest, Who disdainest not to glass thy shining face In the humble basin of blue suds, Or see the lightning of thy last farewell Reflected in an humble cottage pane!

O'Brien was happily spinning bottles and glasses the length of the bar; there was the chiming of glass and the rumble of contented voices.

All the fine equipages of the town drew up in the roads and lanes flanking the camp, where with leveled glasses the mothers, sisters, and sweethearts watched the columns as they skirmished, formed squares, or "passed the defile," quite sure that the rebels would fly in confusion before such surprising manoeuvres.

"The one that sees a bottle and glass the quickest.

And now the dimpling water staid, And glassed its ripples in a nook; And on its breast a bubble played, Which won the boy's admiring look.

Then Osborn thought he needed a drink, and after ringing a bell he sat down by the window with the tray and glass a servant brought.