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There was a time when this poor frame was whole And I had youth and never another care, Or none that should have troubled a strong soul.
Yet, except sometimes in a frosty air When my heels hammered out a melody From pavements of a city left behind, I never would acknowledge my own glee Because it was less mighty than my mind Had dreamed of. Since I could not boast of strength Great as I wished, weakness was all my boast.
I sought yet hated pity till at length I earned it. Oh, too heavy was the cost.
But now that there is something I could use My youth and strength for, I deny the age, The care and weakness that I know -- refuse To admit I am unworthy of the wage Paid to a man who gives up eyes and breath For what can neither ask nor heed his death.