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“LONELY, lonely, O life!” I said, “This path thou givest me to tread, Sadly I watch my fellow-kind Along the level roadway wind, Step mating step, and arms entwined. I from my uphill rut may see How readily, for weal, for woe, They win and render sympathy; But I for ever friendless go”— Saith a small voice: “Oh, say not so! Hast thou not me?”