What means this throbbing in my breast?
This constant search for peace and rest?
This loneliness I feel?
Even when I mingle with the crowd
this aching void is deep and loud;
Its cry is real! So real!
Vain World, can you appease this quest?
Do your vast stores supply this rest?
Then quell this longing cry!
Lo! Riches, laughter, pride, and fame,
When claimed, are merely but a name!
They fail to satisfy!