Lives Of Great Men Oft

There Is Not A String Attuned To Mirth But Has Its Chord Of Melancholy.

And There Is Even A Happiness That Makes The Heart Afraid.

There Is A Silence Where Hath Been No Sound, There Is A Silence Where No Sound May Be,- In The Cold Grave, Under The Deep, Deep Sea, Or In The Wide Desert Where No Life Is Found.

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.