As a final selection, we may well conclude these brief notes on a poet with staying powers by quoting a poem, contributed to the Cosmopolitan, called “Silence;” a poem permeated with his fine spiritual sense:
Temple of God, from all eternity
Alone like Him without beginning found;
Of time, and space, and solitude the bound,
Yet in thyself of all communion free.
Is, then, the temple holier than he
That dwells therein? Must reverence surround
With barriers the portal, lest a sound
Profane it? Nay; behold a mystery!
What was, remains; what is, has ever been: