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 We! what do we see? each a space Of some few yards before his face; Does that the whole wide plan explain? Ah, yet consider it again!

Alas! the great world goes its way, And takes its truth from each new day; They do not quit, nor can retain, Far less consider it again.

controversial foul impureness The peace that is thy light to thee Quench not: in faith and inner sureness Possess thy soul and let it be.

No violence—perverse, persistent— What cannot be can bring to be; No zeal what is make more existent, And strife but blinds the eyes that see.

What though in blood their souls embruing, The great, the good, and wise they curse, Still sinning, what they know not doing; Stand still, forbear, nor make it worse.

By curses, by denunciation, The coming fate they cannot stay; Nor thou, by fiery indignation, Though just, accelerate the day.