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saw
No form thereof. I knew that there it stood
Even though my straining eyes discern'd it not.
Then from its moveless lips a voice burst forth
Is man more just than God? Is mortal man
More pure than He who made him?
Lohe puts
No trust in those who serve himand doth charge
Angels with folly. How much less in them
Dwellers in tents of claywhose pride is crush'd
Before the moth. From morn to eve they die
And none regard it."
So despise thou not
The chastening of the Almightyever just
For did thy spirit please himit should rise
More glorious from the storm-cloudall the earth
At peace with theenew offspring like the grass
Cheering thy homeand when thy course was done
Even as a shock of corn comes fully ripe
Into the garner should thy burial be
Beldv'd and wept of all."
Mournful arose
The sorrowful response.
Oh that my grief
Were in the balance laid by faithful hands
And feeling hearts. To the afflicted soul
Friends should be comforters. But mine have dealt
Deceitfullyas fails the shallow brook
When summer's need is sorest.
Did I say
Bring me a gift? or from your flowing wealth
Give solace to my desolate penury?
Or with your pitying influence neutralize
My cup of scorn poured out by abject hands? [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]