Poem by Henry Ware Jr.
It is not what my hands have done,
That weighs my spirit down,
That casts a shadow on the sun,
And over earth a frown:
It is not any heinous guilt,
Or vice by men abhorred;
For fair the frame that I have built,
A fair life’s just reward;
And men would wonder if they knew,
How sad I feel with sins so few!
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