In duty bound, a life in Whichever way the spirit turns to look;
No chance of breaking out, except by sin;
Not even room to shirk—
Simply to live, and work.
An obligation pre-imposed, unsought,
Yet with the force of natural law;
The pressure of thought;
Aching within, each hour,
A sense of wasting power.
A house with roof so darkly low
The heavy rafters shut the sunlight out;
One cannot stand ............