OSH-273, Humble Relief

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A poor wayfaring man of grief,
Hath often passed me on my way;
Who sued me humbly for relief,
That I could never answer nay,
I had no power to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came,
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I know not why.