MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS, 1842
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MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS, 1842
FEEL for the wrongs to universal ken Daily exposed, woe that unshrouded lies; And seek the Sufferer in his darkest den, Whether conducted to the spot by sighs And moanings, or he dwells (as if the wren Taught him concealment) hidden from all eyes In silence and the awful modesties Of sorrow;–feel for all, as brother Men! Rest not in hope want’s icy chain to thaw By casual boons and formal charities; 10 Learn to be just, just through impartial law; Far as ye may, erect and equalise; And, what ye cannot reach by statute, draw Each from his fountain of self-sacrifice!