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OUR hairs may all be numbered true, and yet I scarce believe This more than a comparison, through which we garments weave; The one great law applies, it seems, to all beneath the sun- And nature sows and likewise reaps, where stronger, weaker run. This law immutable and fair, if I interpret right, Does not discriminate a hair, nor e'en one blossom blight, But on the other hand, His Law was broken, "up the line," And in hereditary strain, disease, gaunt wolf, will dine. We must not look upon the Just and say He sent the grief, Yet He may have permitted it for good, is my belief, And while we cannot comprehend why many clouds arise, It seems the things of earth require the sunshine and the sighs. |