(1895)
Joseph Dana Miller shows how love socializes the solitary soul:
God pity those who know not the touch of hands—
Who dwell from all their fellows far apart,
Who, isolated in unpeopled lands,
Know not a friend’s communion, heart to heart!
But pity these—oh, pity these the more,
Who of the populous town a desert make,
Pent in a solitude upon whose shore