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Idleness.

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The street was brisk, an animated scene,      And every man was on some business bent,      Absorbed in some employment or intent,     Pre-occupied, intelligent and keen.     True, some were dwarf'd and some were pale and lean.      But to the sorriest visage Labor lent      A light, transfiguring with her sacrament     The abject countenance and slavish mien.     But one - he shambled aimlessly along      Asham'd, and shrunk from the abstracted ken         Of passers-by with conscience-struck recoil,     A pariah, a leper in the throng,      An alien from the commonwealth of men,         A stranger to the covenant of toil.

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