Teach Me To Feel Another's Woe, To

Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise And Rudely Great... He Hangs Between; In Doubt To Act Or Rest; In Doubt To Deem Himself A God, Or Beast; In Doubt His Mind Or Body To Prefer; Born To Die, And Reasoning But To Err.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!