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XX. HOPE'S NEED.

The earth is full of ripe and pleasant foison,
Enough to feed its human people all
With sweet abundance; yet, save they quaff poison,
Or have recourse to water, fire, or steel,
Or strangling, or from some high point down fall
And dash their lives out, there be those must feel
Famine, and pining cold, and desolation.
O, God! sure hearts are stones? or none would want
The little which they lack in their progression
From birth to death: men's needings are but scant;
But scantier far men's charity, denying
Superfluous food to life, with hunger dying.
O, Human Thought! that in thy contemplation
Bear'st this, and hopest not—thine is sore oppression.