Excerpt from The Call of Sorrow: A Poem of DestinyIs an Exile, which hath no portion in the time And tale and scorching brain of selfishness.F thou hast webs of laughter and dangling gold, Or credit on the rich man's scroll writ deep, And in thy house a sense of feasts and affectation Unconfessed, - then thou hast many friends, Thy life goes on with splendid tendence.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.