The Life of Mercy

Behold, the life of Mercy as she goes about her day;
She is a doctor: you know, rich and spoiled —
How can this be, that she should stop to comfort on her way
The grieving of a sad, afflicted child?

How can it be that she should stoop to dry this small one’s tears?
That will not get her name in magazines —
How is it Mercy’s life should be so full of her own name?
Can meaning dwell in lives so full of means?

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