. . ..
Alone I walk the peopled city,
Where each seems happy with his own;
O friends, I ask not for your pity -
I walk alone.
-Obadiah Milton Conover [1825-1884]
Where each seems happy with his own;
O friends, I ask not for your pity -
I walk alone.
-Obadiah Milton Conover [1825-1884]