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48 And sees on this tormented stage

The noble war of mankind rage:

What if his vivifying eye,

O monks, should pass your corner by?

For still the Lord is Lord of might;

In deeds, in deeds, he takes delight;

The plough, the spear, the laden barks,

The field, the founded city, marks;

He marks the smiler of the streets,

The singer upon garden seats;

He sees the climber in the rocks:

To him, the shepherd folds his flocks.

For those he loves that underprop

With daily virtues Heaven's top,

And bear the falling sky with ease,

Unfrowning caryatides.

Those he approves that ply the trade,

That rock the child, that wed the maid,

That with weak virtues, weaker hands,