The Human

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The Human

Within each living man there doth reside,

In some unrifled chamber of the heart,

A hidden treasure: wayward as thou art

I love thee, man, and bind thee to my side!

By that sweet act I purify my pride

And hasten onward⁠—willing even to part

With pleasant graces: though thy hue is swart,

I bear thee company, thou art my guide!

Even in thy sinning wise beyond thy ken

To thee a subtle debt my soul is owing!

I take an impulse from the worst of men

That lends a wing unto my onward going;

Then let me pay them gladly back again

With prayer and love from Faith and Duty flowing!