Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.