Lionel A. Tollemache

“ While we, alas, though fashioned in the womb,
Cast longing gaze bepond our night of doom
To that eternal dawn unshadowed by the tomb.
We gaze, we strain our eyes, we seem to see
That — barren hills are less and more than we!
To think, like man, and yet, like nature, to abide, —
This double boon to man and nature is denied ”

“ Some readers will feel an historical, if not a personal, interest in reflecting for a moment on the dreary sense of isolation and on the restless murmurings akin to those contained in this "Lament," to which such a man with such surroundings was assuredly not a stranger. ”