The welcome of an Inmate from afar,[110]
And I at once forgot, I was a Stranger.[111]
—Nor was he loth to enter ragged huts,
Huts where his charity[112] was blest; his voice
Heard as the voice of an experienced friend.
And, sometimes—where the poor man held dispute
With his own mind, unable to subdue
Impatience through inaptness to perceive
General distress in his particular lot;
Or cherishing resentment, or in vain