Excerpt from Manhattan That bind me to these paves; but stronger yet The spiritual thraldom that I know The madness in the blood and in the brain That comes and grows and flourishes, until It is a very portion of ourselves, And teaches us to lose our youthful dream Of God's wide gardens and His quiet woods; And tells us to forget the ancient truths, The little paths which sundown used to paint With all the gorgeous color of the world. Lost peace! Lost rapturous evenings! Olden dawns! When shall I feel again your healing kiss Upon my tired eyes? Not lost indeed Is your fresh beauty - only vanished now, While I am prisoner here a little while. I heard a quiet voice Call to my aching heart But I did not dare rejoice, Lest swift it should depart, it said, Though you are captive now pulsing mart. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This 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.