The Soul of Man

Say, in a hut of mean estate A light just glimmers and then is gone, Nature is seen to hesitate,— Put forth and then retract her pawn; Say, in the alembic of an eye Haughty is mixed with poor and low; Say, Truth herself is not so high But Error laughs to see her so; Say, all that strength failed in its trust; Say, all that wit crept but a span; Say, ’t is a drop spilled in the dust,— And then say brother—then say man!

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