Identifier: everylifedelight00pott (find matches)
Title: Every life a delight
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Potts, James Henry, 1848-1942
Subjects: Conduct of life
Publisher: New York, Cincinnati, The Abingdon Press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ely hearts. Some are made lonely by the ravages of death, some by misfortune, and some by their own strange moods. Endearing companionships on earth are rare, yet without them life is very apt to be an experience in isolation of spirit. Many people fail to find kindred spirits, and others lose them after finding them. Satisfactory friendships are as frail as they are few. Broken hearts are all around us: disconsolate Rachel's weeping for their children; widowed women, tearful in their gloom; innocent children crying in the night and crying in the light for the parent that can never return. I'm lonely since my mother died, Though friends and kindred gather near; I can not check the rising tide, nor stay the falling of a tear. But there is one good feature about loneliness—it can not be handed down to others. We shall perhaps each be lonely in turn, but our personal loneliness will go into the grave with us. What a fine arrangement that is! Sufficient unto each life is the loneliness thereof. 281
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COURTESY LESLIES WEEKLY. COPYRIGHTED IS THE TITANIC'S TERRIBLE DOOM At midnight, April 14, 1912, the largest and finest ship in the world, built at the cost of eight million dollars, struck an iceberg four hundred miles off the coast of Newfoundland and later sank. About twenty-two hundred persons were on board, of whom about sixteen hundred perished. The calamity produced a heartache as widespread and lasting as any of history. 282 The Depressing Factors THE TITANIC Deep down in ocean cavern vast, Forever hid from view, The peerless ship is rudely cast, With passengers and crew. No more her pennants bright shall wave! No more her lights shall shine! No monument can mark her grave In that exploreless brine. Around her proud and stately sides Deep-ocean eddies play, Where, in the cold and murky tides, Sea-monsters sport and prey. Roll on, O waves! her requiem sing! Keep silence, caverns deep! The while her dead together cling In long and dreamless sleep. And as the future ages roll, Till seas sh

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