At liberty I sit and see Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn, Whipp'd with the whip that scourged 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 assign'd. I see them wander all alone, And tread full fast, in dreadful doubt, The self-same path that I have gone: Blessed be hap that brought me out! At liberty all this I see, And say no word but erst among, Smiling at them that laugh'd at me: Lo, such is hap! Mark well my song!