Banting shall weep too in his sable scarf—

The biped woe the quadruped shall enter,

And Man and Horse go half and half,

As if their griefs met in a common Centaur!

[ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN.][23]

"O breathe not his name!"—Moore.

I.

Thou Great Unknown!

I do not mean Eternity, nor Death,

That vast incog!