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Robert Laurence Binyon - As I Walked Through London
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As I walked through London,
 The fresh wound burning in my breast,
 As I walked through London,
 Longing to have forgotten, to harden my heart, and to rest,
 A sudden consolation, a softening light
 Touched me: the streets alive and bright,
 With hundreds each way thronging, on their tide
 Received me, a drop in the stream, unmarked, unknown.
 And to my heart I cried:
 Here can thy trouble find shelter, thy wound be eased!
 For see, not thou alone,
 But thousands, each with his smart,
 Deep--hidden, perchance, but felt in the core of the heart!
 And as to a sick man`s feverish veins
 The full sponge warmly pressed,
 Relieves with its burning the burning of forehead and hands,
 So, I, to my aching breast,
 Gathered the griefs of those thousands, and made them my own;
 My bitterest pains
 Merged in a tenderer sorrow, assuaged and appeased.
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