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hadst no home, and thou couldst see

In every street the windows' light:

Dragging thy limbs about all night,

No window kept a light for thee.

However much thou wert distressed,

Or tired of moving, and felt sick,

Thy life was on the open deck—

Thou hadst no cabin for thy rest.

Thy barque was helpless 'neath the sky,

No pilot thought thee worth his pains

To guide for love or money gains—

Like phantom ships the rich sailed by.

Thy shadow mocked thee night and day,

Thy life's companion, it alone;

It did not sigh, it did not moan,

But mocked thy moves in every way.

In spite of all, the mind had force,

And, like a stream whose surface flows

The wrong way when a strong wind blows,

It underneath maintained its course.