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The burden that I bear would be no less / Should I cry out against it; though I fill / The weary day with sound of my distress, / It were my burden still.
The burden that I bear may be no more / For all I bear it silently and stay / Sometimes to laugh and listen at a door / Where joy keeps holiday.
I ask no more save only this may be -- / On life's long road, where many comrades fare, / One shall not guess, though he keep step with me, / The burden that I bear.