Man—Sit not too near, I beg you.
Boy—I'll dangle my legs over the cliff, and watch the shadow of the devil diminish.
Man—(Lying wearily on the ground.) To flutter like a feather from the wing of a soaring eagle—to lie unseen and forgotten among the dead leaves of the forest.
Boy—Come, and see the shadow.
Man—I feel it on my heart.
Boy—The devil made that chart you boast about!
Man—And locked it in my breast.
Boy—It has taken away your peace.
Man—Peace! To hear that name on all men's lips, to search and search and never know its habitation.