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God’s scorn on the homeless wight who under the pall of Night 
goes cowering the shambles through, and gathers the marrow¬ 
bones ; 
Who comforts his heart, full rich, as oft as at eventide 
he lights on a wealthy friend to yield him his fill of milk ! 
He lies in the twilight down, and drowsy the morrow wakes, 
and shakes from his dust-spread side the gravel where he has 
lain. 
A help to the women-folk in all that they bid him do, 
at even he jaded lies like camel outstretched to die. 
5 So he : hut the homeless wight the breadth of whose valiant face 
glows bright as a mighty flame that shines through the mid¬ 
night mirk, 
A terror to all he hates, besetting their way with fear, 
while home-bound they curse him deep, as losers the luckless 
shaft: 
Though far from his haunts they dwell, they image his coming 
nigh, 
and watch, as his kinsmen watch when one whom they love 
comes home: 
Yea, he, if he lights on Death in faring his way, a death 
of glory it is ; and if on .Riches one day, how due ! 
Ham. pp. 207 — 9 . 
