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Insight enough into the human heart,

Into its frailty and its cowardice.

Thou wouldst not be avenged if thou but sawest

How mad, how childish and how selfish are

The helpless ones, that did thee harm because

They thought—Ah! What then thought they! That perchance

You hated them, or trod them down, or took

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Their sun away; and e'en for love will they

Destroy thee, meaning well with thee—so well,

That they as lief would see thee dead, not to

Belong to what they hate—thy work, thy friend,

Thy strong ambition, or the gift that God

Hath put into thy soul, that calleth thee

Away to other heights and other temples,

Then where they long have worshipped. They dislike

Thy road, thy word, they call it strange and dark,

And they would lead thee back to where they started

So long ago with thee, and show the wrong

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