“Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin’ wrang,
To step aside is human;
One point must still be greatly dark,
The moving why they do it;
And just as lamely can ye mark
How far perhaps they rue it.
“Who made the heart, ‘tis He alone,
Decidedly can try us,
He knows each chord – its various tone,
Each spring – its various bias;
Then at the balance let’s be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What’s done we partly may compute,
But know not what’s resisted.”
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin’ wrang,
To step aside is human;
One point must still be greatly dark,
The moving why they do it;
And just as lamely can ye mark
How far perhaps they rue it.
“Who made the heart, ‘tis He alone,
Decidedly can try us,
He knows each chord – its various tone,
Each spring – its various bias;
Then at the balance let’s be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What’s done we partly may compute,
But know not what’s resisted.”
BURNS
“The practice of putting favourable interpretations on dubious actions is another exercise of the Christ-like spirit of sweetness.”
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