And leave him, in spite of his wife, in spite of his God, Lonely, beginning and end, with that other’s loneliness. The other man could have understood him and used him. He could never have used or comprehended the other. It is their measure. And yet, a deep loneliness, A deep devotion, a deep self-sacrifice, Binds the strange two together. He, too, is to lose A child in his White House, ere his term is accomplished. He, too, is to be the scapegoat for all defeat. And he is to know the ultimate bitterness, The cause lost after every expense of mind, And bear himself with decent fortitude In the prison where the other would not have kept him. One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart. The other man’s tragedy was the greater one Since the blind fury tore the huger heart, But this man’s tragedy is the more pitiful. Thus the Eastern board and the two defended kings.