So, other some may reap: I do but glean and gather:
My sorry handful hath been culled after the ripe harvest of Society.
OF SOLITUDE.
Who hath known his brother,—or found him in his freedom unrestrained?
Even he, whose hidden glance hath watched his deepest Solitude.
For we walk the world in domino, putting on characters and habits,
And wear a social Janus mask, while others stand around: