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I went up and down the streets         Here and there by day and night,         Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick.         Do you know why?         My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.         And I turned to the people and poured out my love to them.         Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of my funeral,         And hear them murmur their love and sorrow.         But oh, dear God, my soul trembled, scarcely able         To hold to the railing of the new life         When I saw Em Stanton behind the oak tree         At the grave,         Hiding herself, and her grief!

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