Classic Poem

At liberty I sit and see
Them, that have erst laughed me to scorn,
Whipped with the whip that scourgid me:
And now they ban that they were born.

I see them sit full soberly
And think their earnest looks to hide;
Now, in themselves, they cannot spy
That they or this in me have spied.

I see them sitting all alone,
Marking the steps, each word and look;
And now they tread where I have gone,
The painful path that I forsook.

Now I see well I saw no whit
When they saw well, that now are blind;
But happy hap hath made me quit,
And just judgement hath them assigned.

I see them wander all alone,
And tread full fast, in dreadful doubt,
The self-same path that I have gone:
Blessid be hap that brought me out!

At liberty all this I see,
And say no word but erst among,
Smiling at them that laughed at me:
Lo, such is hap! Mark well my song!