But it was never Overcome!
It was a Mood—not a Madness.
It seldom made an Outward Sign.
Then, it was brief, spasmodic, eratic.
It was known to but few, even of those
who came with you, in constant contact.
To this Man, that Mystic Element in your Nature,
made a most wonderful Appeal, deep, strong.
To him, it was the real James Whitcomb Riley!
You were a Mystic, but never a Reformer.