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 . The Lady Poverty

    I MET her on the Umbrian hills,
    Her hair unbound, her feet unshod:
    As one whom secret glory fills
    She walked, alone with God.

    I met her in the city street:
    Oh, changed was all her aspect then!
    With heavy eyes and weary feet
    She walked alone, with men.

    Evelyn Underhill


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