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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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