A brotherhood of soul! Call him alone,
Who stands shut out from this!—and let not those
Whose homes are bright with sunshine and with love,
Put on the insolence of happiness,
Glorying in that proud lot! A lonely hour
Is on its way to each, to all; for Death
Knows no companionship.
Gar. I have look’d on Death
In field, and storm, and flood. But never yet
Hath aught weigh’d down my spirit to a mood