thou canst never know
anguish that smote my heart
my disobedience, the moment I felt
remorseless wheel of the engine
into the crying flesh of my leg.
they carried me to the home of widow Morris
could see the school-house in the valley
which I played truant to steal rides upon the
prayed to live until I could ask your
the solace of that hour I have gained infinite
wert wise to chisel for me:
from the evil to come."