OK, LANGUAGE OE FLOWEES. 
75 
MAN NOT DESIGNED TO LIVE 
ALONE. 
Let the torpid monk seek Heaven com¬ 
fortless and alone. God speed him! For 
my own part, I fear I should never so find 
the way. Let me be wise and religious,—- 
but let me be a man. Wherever thy provi¬ 
dence places me, or whatever be the road 
I take to get to thee,—give me some com¬ 
panion in my journey, be it only to remark 
•—How our shadows lengthen as the sun 
goes down!—to whom I may say, How 
fresh is the face of nature! How sweet the 
flower of the field 1 How delicious are these 
fruits ! Stekne. 
When Adam was first in Eden plac’d, 
And with his Maker’s image graced, 
How solitary did he feel! 
He had no one his heart to heal! 
The birds did mate, and sang their song, 
As they on fragrant trees did throng; 
This seemed the burden of their tone;— 
“ Man was not made to be alone!” 
It is so now; how wretched life, 
When not consorted with a wife; 
A lonely state, do not bemoan— 
“ Man was not made to be alone!” 
