THE DREAMER.
By Leon C. Prince.
Self-robbed victim, of will and purpose rid,
Slave of the beckoning fantom, oblivious
Of the talent lying hid;
Knowing a store of varied fact,
But not the art that transmutes
Aspiration into act;
Dreamer, thy vague and hopeless quest
Makes thee, of friends, the secret mock; of men of deed,
The tragic jest.
New York Sun.