And sorry am to count the times

The false gods caught my eye.

But now I keep a little spot

Just off the busy road,

And there I patient, wise-eyed wait

Those of the heavy load.{64}

{64}

And kindly then I draw them in

While warm heart talks to heart.

And when night darkens I have found

We’re sorry for to part.

This happened too once on a time

When I was weak and sore.

I drew a jewel from the road

That winded by my door.

But then I very often find

Two roads so different meet,

And many a friend I’ve found and kept

For whom I did not seek.

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