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The woes I suffered After that hard betrayal made me Pity, at first, all breathing creatures On this bewildered earth. THE WOES I SUFFERED AFTER THAT HARD BETRAYAL MADE ME PITY AT FIRST ALL BREATHING CREATURES ON THIS BEWILDERED EARTH
 foul deal as a sick slave gathers His painful strength at the sight of his master; And when he was past I cursed him, fearful Of that strange chance which makes us mighty Or mean, or both. I cursed him and hated The stones he pressed with his heel; I followed His easy march with a backward envy, And cursed myself for the beast within me. But pride is the master of love, and the vision Of those old days grew faint and fainter: The counterfeit wife my mercy sheltered Was nothing now but a woman, -- a woman Out of my way and out of my nature. My battle with blinded love was over, My battle with aching pride beginning. If I was the loser at first, I wonder If I am the winner now! . . . I doubt it. My life is a losing game; and to-morrow -- To-morrow! -- Christ! did I say to-morrow? . . . Is your brandy good for death? . . . There, -- listen: -- When love goes out, and a man is driven To shun mankind for the scars that make him A joke for all chattering tongues, he carries A double burden. WAS BLASTED MY GAME WAS LOST AND I MET THE WINNER OF THAT FOUL DEAL AS A SICK SLAVE GATHERS HIS PAINFUL STRENGTH AT THE SIGHT OF HIS MASTER AND WHEN HE WAS PAST I CURSED HIM FEARFUL OF THAT STRANGE CHANCE WHICH MAKES US MIGHTY OR MEAN OR BOTH I CURSED HIM AND HATED THE STONES HE PRESSED WITH HIS HEEL I FOLLOWED HIS EASY MARCH WITH A BACKWARD ENVY AND CURSED MYSELF FOR THE BEAST WITHIN ME BUT PRIDE IS THE MASTER OF LOVE AND THE VISION OF THOSE OLD DAYS GREW FAINT AND FAINTER THE COUNTERFEIT WIFE MY MERCY SHELTERED WAS NOTHING NOW BUT A WOMAN A WOMAN OUT OF MY WAY AND OUT OF MY NATURE MY BATTLE WITH BLINDED LOVE WAS OVER MY BATTLE WITH ACHING PRIDE BEGINNING IF I WAS THE LOSER AT FIRST I WONDER IF I AM THE WINNER NOW I DOUBT IT MY LIFE IS A LOSING GAME AND TO MORROW TO MORROW CHRIST DID I SAY TO MORROW IS YOUR BRANDY GOOD FOR DEATH THERE LISTEN WHEN LOVE GOES OUT AND A MAN IS DRIVEN TO SHUN MANKIND FOR THE SCARS THAT MAKE HIM A JOKE FOR ALL CHATTERING TONGUES HE CARRIES THE DOUBLE BURDEN
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