That draw thee, call thee, bear thee to the light!

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 A DEBTOR

OH, do not say that thanklessness has been

O

Thy sole reward! What? Wouldst thou be rewarded?

When God had laid the gift into thy heart,

Thy hand, upon the road thou hadst to tread?

Lay all thy thanks before the feet of him

Who did not shun thy help, thy gift, thy love,

But bore the humiliation and the weakness,

And bared his heart before thy human gaze,

The heart where none but God e'er read the truth,

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The burning record of despair. Be humble,

Thyself, and touch not roughly, where the wound

Is open, see the beads of anguish on

The furrowed brow, the tightdrawn lips, and hear

The tremor in the whispered words, that roll

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