A Jog-Trot Pair

WHO were the twain that trod this trackSo many times togetherHither and back,In spells of certain and uncertain weather?

Commonplace in conduct theyWho wandered to and fro hereDay by day:Two that few dwellers troubled themselves to know here.

The very gravel-path was primThat daily they would follow:Borders trim:Never a wayward sprout, or hump, or hollow.

Trite usages in tamest styleHad tended to their plighting.“It's just worth while,Perhaps," they had said. "And saves much sad good-nighting."

And petty seemed the happeningsThat ministered to their joyance:Simple things,Onerous to satiate souls, increased their buoyance.

Who could those common people be,Of days the plainest, barest?They were we;Yes; happier than the cleverest, smartest, rarest.