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1874–1944

THE BURDEN

Theodosia Garrison

The burden that I bear would be no less Should I cry out against it; though I fill The weary day with sound of my distress, It were my burden still.

The burden that I bear may be no more For all I bear it silently and stay Sometimes to laugh and listen at a door Where joy keeps holiday.

I ask no more save only this may be — On life's long road, where many comrades fare, One shall not guess, though he keep step with me, The burden that I bear.

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