The Sea Complains Upon A Thousand Shores.

Men Praise Poverty, As The African Worships Mumbo Jumbo--from Terror Of The Malign Power, And A Desire To Propitiate At.

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

Books Are A Finer World Within The World. (1863)