While those who scorn thee now, with soul abased, 

 Should make their suit unto thee. 

 But the eyes 

 Of wicked men shall fail, and as the groan 

 Of him who giveth up the ghost, shall be 

 Their frustrate hope." 

 Dejectedly, as one 

 Who wearied in a race, despairs to reach 

 The destined goal, nor yet consents to leave 

 His compeers masters of an unwon field. 

 Job said,— 

 "No doubt ye think to have attained 

 Monopoly of knowledge, and with you 

 Wisdom shall die. This modesty of creed 

 Befits ye well. Yet what have ye alledg'd 

 Unheard before? what great discoveries made? 

 Who knoweth not such things as ye have told? 

 Despised am I by those who call'd me friend 

 In prosperous days. Like a dim, waning lamp 

 About to be extinguished am I held 

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