POETRY
... PO E'r aiy. TRUE LONELINESS. 'Tis lonely in the Desert, When eye of man may scan O'er all the wide. wide waste of sand, No trace of fello'-nian; When from no meaniest Arab tent Doth the long smoke-clolnd lise, Grateful as that finom Heaven sent To pathless Israel's eyes. With no green thiing to look upon, And the Sun-glare in the skies. 'Tis lonely on tile Mountain, Amid th' ?? snow, When from ...