Humility; or, The Mushroom's Soliloquy
O, what, and whence am I, 'mid damps and dust,
And darkness, into sudden being thrust?
What was I yesterday? and what will be,
Perchance, to-morrow, seen or heard of me?
Poor—lone—unfriended—ignorant—forlorn,
To bear the new, full glory of the morn,—
Beneath the garden wall I stand aside,