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 But would have loved me—seeing that I was doomed.

That midnight—when I cursed myself so long—

Roundly and rightly, be it well understood—

There came a few revealing memories

That set me then to wondering just what soft

And anaesthetic language of affection

They would have brought for me if they had known

How far I was from all that formerly

Had for so long offended and oppressed them.

Poor children!—and they might all have been happy

If in the place of misapplied creation

A more discriminate wisdom had supplied

Discrimination—and some humility

Before God’s few that are in spite of us