"I sometimes think"

I SOMETIMES think as here I sitOf things I have done,Which seemed in doing not unfitTo face the sun:Yet never a soul has paused a whitOn such—not one.

There was that eager strenuous pressTo sow good seed;There was that saving from distressIn the nick of need;There were those words in the wilderness:Who cared to heed?

Yet can this be full true, or no?For one did care,And, spiriting into my house, to, fro,Like wind on the stair,Cares still, heeds all, and will, even thoughI may despair.