There walked a man, when evening shades grew dim.
Down on a lone and melancholy shore.
He looked out sadly on the gray expanse,
And heard the billows roar.
"Surely,"' thought he, "this world is but a waste,
For e'en the restless billows seem to moan
That aspiration fails; that hope is vain,
And life a misplaced tone.
"In Fame's proud temple have I sought for Truth,
And midst the wisest men the world has known.
'Seek here,' said some, and others said, 'Seek there,'
But Truth had meanwhile flown.
