The mere title, ‘Some Lover's Clear Day,’ of Weiss
's poem will endure, perhaps, after the verses themselves and all else connected with that unique and wayward personality are forgotten.
It is many years since I myself wrote of ‘that rare and unappreciated thinker, Brownlee Brown
;’ and he is less known now than he was then; yet his poem on Immortality, preserved by Stedman
, is so magnificent that it cheapens most of its contemporary literature, and seems alone worth a life otherwise obscure.
It is founded on Xenophon
's well-known story of the soldiers of Cyrus
‘As soon as the men who were in the vanguard had climbed the hill and beheld the sea, they gave a great shout . . . crying θάλαττα!