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I went up and down the streets / Here and there by day and night, / Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick.
Do you know why?
My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.
And I turned to the people and poured out my love to them.
Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of my funeral, / And hear them murmur their love and sorrow.
But oh, dear God, my soul trembled -- scarcely able / To hold to the railing of the new life / When I saw Em Stanton behind the oak tree / At the grave, / Hiding herself, and her grief!