And sighed for scars that might have come,
And would, if once he could have sundered
Those harsh, inhering claims of home
That held him while he cursed and wondered.
Another day, and then there came,
Rough, bloody, ribald, hungry, lame,
But yet themselves, to Levi’s door,
Two remnants of the day before.
They laughed at him and what he sought;
They jeered him, and his painful acre;