Betwixt Two Seas Poems and Ballads (Written at Constantinople and Therapia). By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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A happy child with laughing eyes,
That look'd out at the falling rain,
And, as a pastime, tortured flies,
When chided, answer'd in this wise:
“They are too little to feel pain!”
That look'd out at the falling rain,
And, as a pastime, tortured flies,
When chided, answer'd in this wise:
“They are too little to feel pain!”
I wonder oft, if He who plann'd
This transient life, and rules our fate,
Can estimate and understand
The pangs we suffer at His hand,
Or if He be too great?
This transient life, and rules our fate,
Can estimate and understand
The pangs we suffer at His hand,
Or if He be too great?
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Launch'd on the tide we know not whence—
(Since Life and Death are His to give),
Mere atoms, restless and intense,
Have we attain'd to keener sense
Than He design'd who bade us live?
(Since Life and Death are His to give),
Mere atoms, restless and intense,
Have we attain'd to keener sense
Than He design'd who bade us live?
Whilst blind, thro' very breadth of sight,
To insect-wounds, from no ill-will
Doth He, unconscious of His might,
Only for aimless pastime smite,
Leaning from Heav'n's high window-sill?
To insect-wounds, from no ill-will
Doth He, unconscious of His might,
Only for aimless pastime smite,
Leaning from Heav'n's high window-sill?
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