a voice from
THE GAIN FROM A BELIEF.
SOLITARY figure stands in the market¬
place, Avatcbing as from some lonely
tower the busy throng that hurry past him.
A strange contrast his cold, intellectual eye to
the eager, strained, hungry faces that surge by
in their never ending quest of wealth, fame,
Mark his pallid cheek and haggard brow,
and the fitful gleam of those restless eyes like
two lone camp-fires on a deserted plain.
AYhy does that smile, half cynical, half sad,
flit across his countenance as he contemplates
these mighty heart-throbs of human passions
and Avoes, human hopes and human fears? Is
it pity—is it contempt—is it hate for this
struggling, Avorking, believing humanity which
curls those lips and settles upon that hitherto
indifferent broAV ?
AVho is he?
Earth's skepticism looking on at the protean