Speaking of the "Purple and Gold," he says:
I should make also better acknowledgments than my thanks. But
what can I do? My volume on _The Millimetric Study of the Tail
of the Greek Delta, in the MSS. of the Sixth Century_, is
entirely out of print; and until its re-issue by the Seaside
Library I cannot forward a copy. Then my essay, "Infantile
Diseases of the Earthworm" is in Berlin for translation, as it
is to be issued at the same time in Germany and the United
States. "The Moral Regeneration of the Rat," and "Intellectual
Idiosyncracies of Twin Clams," are resting till I can get up my
Sanscrit and Arabic, for I wish these researches to be
exhaustive.
He added two poems which I am not selfish enough to keep to myself.
GOLDEN ROD
O! Golden Rod! Thou garish, gorgeous gush
Of passion that consumes hot summer's heart!
O! yellowest yolk of love! in yearly hush
I stand, awe sobered, at thy burning bush
Of Glory, glossed with lustrous and illustrious art,
And moan, why poor, so poor in purse and brain I am,
While thou into thy trusting treasury dost seem to cram
Australia, California, Sinai and Siam.
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