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 Until thy feet have trod the Road
 * Advise not wayside folk,

Nor till thy back has borne the Load
 * Break in upon the Broke.

Chase not with undesired largesse
 * Of sympathy the heart

Which, knowing her own bitterness,
 * Presumes to dwell apart.

Employ not that glad hand to raise
 * The God-forgotten head

To Heaven, and all the neighbours' gaze—
 * Cover thy mouth instead.

The quivering chin, the bitten lip,
 * The cold and sweating brow,

Later may yearn for fellowship—
 * Not now, you ass, not now!

Time, not thy ne'er so timely speech,
 * Life, not thy views thereon,

Shall furnish or deny to each
 * His consolation.