Saw Life Steadily And Saw It Whole.

On The Breast Of That Huge Mississippi Of Falsehood Called History, A Foam-bell More Or Less Is No Consequence.

And Each Day Brings It's Pretty Dust, Our Soon-choked Souls To Fll And We Forget Because We Must, And Not Because We Will.

Still Bent To Make Some Port He Knows Not Where, Still Standing For Some False Impossible Shore.

Mind Is A Light Which The Gods Mock Us With, To Lead Those False Who Trust It.

What Really Dissatisfies In American Civilisation Is The Want Of The Interesting, A Want Due Chiefly To The Want Of Those Two Great Elements Of The Interesting, Which Are Elevation And Beauty.