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CENSOR AND CAVILLER.
NETTLE-FLOWER and camomile
Grew together, blooming,
Only for a little while ;
Then the weed, presuming,
Thrust the wholesome herb aside,
And to all the garden cried,
" I succeed, where both have tried ; "
Then arose in vulgar pride,
On its prowess pluming.
Camomile came slowly on,
Half its strength concealing :
" Thou hast power to wound, alone ;
Mine, though sharp, brings healing.
He that only smites to slay
Needs small skill, the hunters say ;
Gnat, that stings and flies away,
Needs still less, so all men say —
Deeper truth revealing.
