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Wild Swans — The Saint and the Hunchback

Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and bless
    A man that finds great bitterness
    In thinking of his lost renown.
    A Roman Caesar is held down
    Under this hump.
Saint.                     God tries each man
    According to a different plan.
    I shall not cease to bless because
    I lay about me with the taws
    That night and morning I may thrash
    Greek Alexander from my flesh,
    Augustus Caesar, and after these
    That great rogue Alcibiades.
Hunchback. To all that in your flesh have stood
    And blessed, I give my gratitude,
    Honoured by all in their degrees,
    But most to Alcibiades.