WHEAT GRAINS.
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viii.
The petty wrong-doer may escape unseen;
But what from sight the moon eclipsed shall screen?
Superior minds must err in sight of men,
Their eclipse o'er, they rule the world again.
ix.
Temptation waits for all, and ills will come;
But some go out and ask the devil home.
x.
"I love God," said the saint. God spake above:
"Who loveth me must love those whom I love."
"I scourge myself," the hermit cried. God spake:
"Kindness is prayer; but not a self-made ache."
