“Are some,” I said, “not call’d in special ways
To nurse and tend the aged, sick, and poor?”
“Are some not call’d,” he ask’d, “in special ways
To tend like this the men they love the best?—
Whate’er old age may need, needs it the most
The young who old have grown before their time?—
Need sick men nurses pale?—or poor men, those
Whose moods have never stored the rich results
Mined from a world the world’s heir should explore?—
Nay, nay, these all would be more ably served