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THE NEIGHBOUR
[“῾Ιν᾽ αὐτὸς ἦν πρόσουρος.”—Sophocles.]
“Lonely, lonely, O life!” I said,
“This path thou givest me to tread,
Sadly I watch my fellow-kind
Along the level roadway wind,
Step mating step, and arms entwined.
I from my uphill rut may see
How readily, for weal, for woe,
They win and render sympathy;
But I for ever friendless go”—
Saith a small voice: “Oh, say not so!
Hast thou not me?”
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