No Man Can Compass A Despair

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No Man can compass a Despair-
As round a Goalless Road
No faster than a Mile at once
The Traveller proceed-

Unconscious of the Width-
Unconscious that the Sun
Be setting on His progress-
So accurate the One

At estimating Pain-
Whose own-has just begun-
His ignorance-the Angel
That pilot Him along-