God Knows It, I Am With You. If To Prize Those Virtues, Priz'D And Practis'D By Too Few, But Priz'D, But Lov'D, But Eminent In You, Man'S Fundamental Life: If To Despise The Barren Optimistic Sophistries Of Comfortable Moles, Whom What They Do Teaches The Limit Of The Just And True And For Such Doing Have No Need Of Eyes: If Sadness At The Long Heart-Wasting Show Wherein Earth'S Great Ones Are Disquieted: If Thoughts, Not Idle, While Before Me Flow The Armies Of The Homeless And Unfed: If These Are Yours, If This Is What You Are, Then Am I Yours, And What You Feel, I Share