One did what duty counselled for her guest,
A housewife whose one thought was to provide
A table that would not disgrace her house,
And troubled by her cares moved with unrest
About her work, while at the lodger’s side
The other sat, nor did to help her rouse,
Though it was plain her sister was distressed.
Yet when she remonstrated, one replied
In tones of grave rebuke, deeming her vows
As lesser worth ; her sister was more blest.
It may be we can never fully give
To others what we’ve but in part received :
It may be we must love, if we would live ;
And not by duty’s concepts be deceived.
Weekly Times 30.2.62