Then meekly Adam said, “I am not one
Who boasts to others of the good I’ve done;
I seldom answer to the public call
With wants so pressing and with means so small;
I ply a woodsaw for my bread and pork,
And half the time, you see, I’m out of work;
So, from my purse no stream of largess flows;
No loud subscription my sign-manual knows;
But this I do,—now lend attentive ear—
Each wintry morning when the dawn grows clear,