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The Hungry
In these years that I have hunted under stones for my
bread,
And followed sore-limbed the sun-dial of the road,
I have forgotten my Father:
He that gave me to my pavement, I have given to His
mansions,
Yet He will not forget me:
He will find me in sin and punish me with pain-
He will come out of His House and take me from my road.
My Father will be merciful:
He will chide me with silence and put me to sleep,
And in my sleep He will undress me.