Unhappy child, look here, on either hand,
Look low or high,—all men
Suffer and die, and keep it to themselves!
They die—they suffer sore—
You suffer more? What then?
OUR LONELINESS.
There is no deeper grief than loneliness.
Our sharpest anguish at the death of friends
Is loneliness. Our agony of heart
When love has gone from us is loneliness.