A trusting eager child, he was derided,
Made shrinkingly aware of lack of worth
When one he loved rejected work he prided
Himself on, and he hid it in the earth.
So later, entrusted with one precious thing,
He his it lest he lost it, for he fearer.
He bears his punishment; and time will bring
An equal recompense to one who jeered.
— From Because It’s Here (written in 1948?)