Xxviii

I thank the smile at last Which thins away the tear! Our sky was overcast, And something fell; but day clears up: if there chanced rain, The landscape glistens more. I have not vexed in vain Elvire: because she knows, now she has stood the test, How, this and this being good, herself may still be best O' the beauty in review; because the flesh that claimed Unduly my regard, she thought, the taste, she blamed In me, for things externe, was all mistake, she finds,-- Or will find, when I prove that bodies show me minds, That, through the outward sign, the inward grace allures, And sparks from heaven transpierce earth's coarsest covertures, All by demonstrating-the value of Fifine!