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(FOR F. E. H.)
I SOMETIMES think as here I sit / Of things I have done, / Which seemed in doing not unfit / To face the sun: / Yet never a soul has paused a whit / On such-not one.
There was that eager strenuous press / To sow good seed; / There was that saving from distress / In the nick of need; / There were those words in the wilderness: / Who cared to heed?
Yet can this be full true, or no? / For one did care, / And, spiriting into my house, to, fro, / Like wind on the stair, / Cares still, heeds all, and will, even though / I may despair.