A Moral Alphabet, Page 60
But oh ! the Good ! They wander undismayed,
And (as the Subtle Artist has portrayed)
Dispend the golden hours at play beneath its shade.*
Dear Reader, if you chance to catch a sight
Of Upas Trees, betake yourself to flight.
* A friend of mine, a botanist, believes
That Good can even browse upon its leaves.
I doubt it. . . .