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178 FABER'S HYMNS.
This laborer that is gone
Was childless and alone, And homeless as his Saviour was before him ;
He told in no man's ear
His longing, love, or fear, Nor what he thought of life as it passed o'er him.
He had so long been old,
His heart was close and cold; He had no love to take, no love to give:
Men almost wished him dead ;
'T was best for him, they said ; 'T was such a weary sight to see him live.
He walked with painful stoop,
As if life made him droop, And care had fastened fetters round his feet;
He saw no bright blue sky,
Except what met his eye Reflected from the rain-pools in the street.
To whom was he of good ?
He slept and he took food, He used the earth and air, and kindled fire:
He bore to take relief,
Less as a right than grief; — To what might such a soul as his aspire ?