The burden of a blessing.
Life, as something owed
To someone. In guilts worked off
Sweating of its goad!
In a slave's beholden mood
Tipping the balance
For overstatement! God hailed
On knees not by chance!
Child knows it for gift, given.
With no strings, rope-grown
Of an unworthiness bound.
Joys in its worn crown.
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