New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 145Henry Colburn, 1869 |
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Page 562 - 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.
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