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small voice spake unto me, "Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?'

Then to the still small voice I said; "Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made."

To which the voice did urge reply; "To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie.