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I have slept nights in the Mission, Called Chinatown's heaven of rest; Where exist broken men with ambition But to escape Life's leering jest.

I have dwelt in marble halls and have known The mockery of Fortune's smile; I have earned the world's respect - yet have flown From it-for twas based upon guile.

I have loved in many strange, foreign lands, Trying to ease my weariness; Searching blindly for some osft, loving hands To shield me from dread loneliness.

But as I failed in my search, the Mission Called loud to my soul craving rest; So I shall dwell here without ambition Safe at last from Life's hollow jest.