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THE OLD LABORER. 179
His inexpressive eye
Peered round him vacantly, As if whate'er he did he would be chidden;
He seemed a mere growth of earth;
Yet even he had mirth, As the great angels have, untold and hidden.
Alway his downcast eye
Was laughing silently, As if he found some jubilee in thinking;
For his one thought was God,
In that one thought he abode, For ever in that thought more deeply sinking.
Thus did he live his life,
A kind of passive strife, Upon the God within his heart relying;
Men left him all alone,
Because he was unknown, But he heard the angels sing when he was dying.
God judges by a light,
Which baffles mortal sight, And the useless-seeming man the crown hath won :
In His vast world above,
A world of broader love, God hath some grand employment for His son. |
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