A camel-driver

When I vexed you and you chid me,

And I owned my fault and turned

My cheek the way you bid me,

And confessed the blow well earned,

My comfort all the while was

Fault was faulty near, not quite!

Do you wonder why the smile was?

O'erpunished wrong grew right.

But faults you ne'er suspected,

Nay, praised, no faults at all,

Those would you had detected

Crushed eggs whence snakes could crawl!