Do it the way you will – I only know
that it was right for me to do it so.
Take any two right hands and clench them tight,
they will not grasp a rod with equal might –
nor will they be alike when in repose.
Two bushes never bear the selfsame rose.
So leave me scope for some experiment
in finding out just what the good Lord meant
when He created in my patient mother
this untried soul that’s me and is no other.