There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.

to point a dart, a pencil, or (figuratively) a moral

Sat. Traytor, if Rome haue law, or we haue power, Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape. Bass. Rape call you it my Lord, to cease my owne, My true betrothed Loue, and now my wife?

I had planned in mind to tell you … how I protected, that is, guaranteed, Evergreen sweet corn against the bud worm and the ear worm; …