feet
  Bright with a shining radiance golden-rayed,
  And gone as soon as seen; and PUNCHIUS knew
  The oft-glimpsed face of Hope, the blue-eyed guest,
  Avant-courier of Peace and of Good Will,
  And herald of Good Tidings.  Then the Sage
  Dropt to the cave, and watched the great sea fall
  Wave after wave, each mightier than the last. 
  Till last, a great one, gathering half the deep
  And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged,
  Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame. 
  And down the wave and in the flame, was borne
  A naked Babe, and rode to PUNCH’s feet,
  Who stoopt, and caught the Babe, and cried “The Year! 
  Here is an heir for Ninety-One!” The fringe
  Of that great breaker, sweeping up the strand
  Lashed at the wizard as he spake the word,
  And all at once all round him rose in light,
  So that the Child and he were clothed in light,
  And presently thereafter followed calm,
  Loud bells, and song! 
            “And this same Child,” PUNCH said,
  “Twelve moons shall reign, nor will I part with him
  Till these be told.”  And saying this the Sage,
  The Modern MERLIN of the motley coat,
  Wizard of Wit and Seer of Sunny Mirth,
  Took up the wave-borne youngster in his arms,
  His nurse, his champion, his Mentor wise,
  And bare him shoreward out of wind and wet,
  Into his sanctum, where choice fare was spread,
  And cosy comfort ready to receive
  Young Ninety-Two, and give him a “send-off”
  Such as should strengthen and encourage him
  To make fair start, and face those many moons
  Of multiform vicissitude with pluck,
  Good hope and patient pertinacity. 
  And when men sought the Modern MERLIN’s ear
  And asked him what these matters might portend,
  The shining angel, and the naked Child
  Descending in the glory of the seas,
  He laughed, as is his wont, and answered them
  In riddling triplets of old time, and said: 

  “Peace and good-will!  Croaking is all my eye! 
  A young man will be wiser by-and-by,
  An old man’s wit should ripen ere he die.

  “Patience and pluck!  Fretting is fiddle-de-dee. 
  And youth has yet to learn to act and see,
  And youth is well-advised that trusts to Me!

  “Hope and good cheer!  This youngster’s fate who knows? 
  Sun, rain, and frost will greet him ere life’s close;
  From the great dark to the great dark he goes.”

  So MERLIN, riddling, answered them; but thou,
  Fear not to face thy fate, O sea-born Child! 
  Young Ninety-Two!  Great Bards of thee may sing
  Hereafter; and great sayings from of old
  Ranging and ringing thro’ the minds of men,
  Of Progress, and Improvement, and of Peace,
  Of nobler Work, and a more ample Wage,
  Of wider culture, and of worthier joys,
  Larger attainments, and less coarse desires,