SOLITUDE.

Not in the deepest tangles of the wood,

The turtle’s haunt, the timid squirrel’s lair;

Not on the ocean beaches, rough and bare

With never-ending battles, unsubdued

In war of winds and waters hoar and rude;

Not in the mountain-passes, where the air

Sobs low, and life is like a long despair—

Thy home is not in these, O Solitude!

But in the busy concourse, long and loud,

Where not one pulse of human sympathy

Beats through the grasping spirits of the crowd—

Where each is rapt in snatching greedily

His brother’s portion—’neath a shallow shroud,

We know thy truest haunt, and weep for thee.

Arthur L. Salmon.

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