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[Still wilt Thou put a worm to grief]

Wilt Thou break a leaf driven to and fro? &c. —xiii. 25.

Still wilt Thou put a worm to grief,
The stubble dry, the wither'd leaf
Pursue, and break in me?
What honour can Thy greatness gain
By crushing a weak child of man,
Who cannot strive with Thee?