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——Like a child

In some strange garden left awhile alone,

I pace about the pathways of the world,

Plucking light hopes and joys from every stem

With qualms of vague misgiving in my heart

That payment at the last will be required,

Payment I cannot make, or guilt incurred,

And shame to be endured.

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