Each and All

I SAW a soul contended for
By Evil and by Good;
And watching with solicitude —
As if my yearning could
Some succor bring — I trembled
Whiles the tempter was withstood.

Yet, soul — my soul, what meant the strife
To thee? — what power had
Another's wrong to make thee feel
Thyself so wronged and sad?
And when at last Good overcame, —
O why wast thou so glad?
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