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SONNET VI.
[Now glares the proud sun on the thirsty street]
Written July, 1796.
Now glares the proud sun on the thirsty street,
Where the shrunk, swarthy mendicant implores
Some scanty pittance from the o'erflowing stores
Of those that flutter by. How little meet
Is it for fellow mortals thus to greet!
This with an humble gesture that adores;
That with a flinty threat or sneer, that pours
A poison to the soul!—Poor wretch, how sweet
To bind some balsam on thy heart's keen wound!
To make thee smile, and raise thee to the rank
That man should hold, wherever man is found!—
But, Oh, this may not be!—Thou canst but thank
Him who would succour thee!—Be this my meed!—
And thy rich thanks shall soothe a heart in need!
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