written by William Henry Davies
|From "Ambition", 1929||Link to further information|
Things that are dear to me at home
Need all my help, and more;
And many a kindly thought I kill,
For the stranger at my door;
Yet every generous impulse slain,
Is a ghost that haunts me still.
It's better that a woman had
A love-child at her breast,
Than live a heartless, selfish maid;
It's better that a man should trust
A worthless knave, than never have
His love or innocence betrayed.
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