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God knows it, I am with you. If to prize

Those virtues, prized and practised by too few,

But prized, but loved, but eminent in you,

Man’s fundamental life; if to despise

The barren optimistic sophistries

Of comfortable moles, whom what they do

Teaches the limit of the just and true

(And for such doing they require not eyes);

If sadness at the long heart-wasting show

Wherein earth’s great ones are disquieted;

If thoughts, not idle, while before me flow

The armies of the homeless and unfed—

If these are yours, if this is what you are,

Then am I yours, and what you feel, I share.