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Rh And I who passed and found the nest destroyed, And heard the hungry and affrighted cry Of each poor babe, beneath Death's cunning blow, Who struck the whole because the one did die:

“Wherefore this strange destruction having made, This contradiction of all Nature's ways?” I put my question to High Providence, And sUent knelt in pity and amaze.