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I dreamt (no "dream" awake -- a dream indeed)
A wrathful man was talking in the park:
"Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need
And leave us in the dark?
"There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart
In God, no love" -- his oratory here,
Taking the paupers' and the cripples' part,
Was broken by a tear.
And then it seemed that One who did create / Compassion, who alone invented pity, / Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate, / Out from the muttering city;
Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass, / Bent o'er the speaker close, saw the tear rise, / And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass, / In those impassioned eyes.