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Within each living man there doth reside, / In some unrifled chamber of the heart, / A hidden treasure: wayward as thou art / I love thee, man, and bind thee to my side!
By that sweet act I purify my pride / And hasten onward -- willing even to part / With pleasant graces: though thy hue is swart, / I bear thee company, thou art my guide!
Even in thy sinning wise beyond thy ken / To thee a subtle debt my soul is owing!
I take an impulse from the worst of men / That lends a wing unto my onward going; / Then let me pay them gladly back again / With prayer and love from Faith and Duty flowing!