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364 Ah ! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing, How couldst thou fly without a string? My heart replied, &quot;0 Lord, I see How much this kite resembles me! Forgetful that by thee I stand, Impatient of thy ruling hand ; How oft I ve wish d to break the lines Thy wisdom for my lot assigns ! How oft indulged a vain desire For something more, or something higher ! And, but for grace and love divine, A fall thus dreadful had been mine.&quot;

1 IN every object here I see Something, Lord, that leads to thee : Firm as the rocks thy promise stands, Thy mercies countless as the sands, Thy love a sea immensely wide, Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.

2 In every object here I see Something, my heart, that points at thee Hard as the rocks that bound the strand, Unfruitful as the barren sand, Deep and deceitful as the ocean, And, like the tides, in constant motion.

SOME author (no great matter who, Provided what he says be true,) Relates he saw, with hostile rage, A spider and a toad engage : For though with poison both are stored. Each by the other is abhorr'd ; It seems as if their common venom Provoked an enmity between'em.