62. Humiliation
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I HAVE been honour'd and obey'd, |
| I have met scorn and slight; |
| And my heart loves earth's sober shade, |
| More than her laughing light. |
For what is rule but a sad weight |
| Of duty and a snare? |
| What meanness, but with happier fate |
| The Saviour's Cross to share? |
This my hid choice, if not from heaven, |
| Moves on the heavenward line; |
| Cleanse it, good Lord, from earthly leaven, |
| And make it simply Thine. |
Lazaret, Malta.
January 16, 1833. |