ENGROSSED in the day’s news, I read
Of all in man that’s vile and base,
Horrors confounding heart and head —
Massacre, murder, filth, disgrace:
Then paused. And thought did inward tend —
On my own past and self to dwell.
Whereat some inmate muttered, ‘Friend,
If you and I plain truth must tell,
Everything human we comprehend,
Only too well, too well.'