Poems, Series 3: XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat

XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat

I WORKED for chaff, and earning wheat
        Was haughty and betrayed.
What right had fields to arbitrate
        In matters ratified?

I tasted wheat, -- and hated chaff,
        And thanked the ample friend;
Wisdom is more becoming viewed
        At distance than at hand.

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