Poem: ‘What the year has left undone’, from the Twelfth month issue, 1854

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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