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1. WE are a shadow and a shining, we! / One moment nothing seems but what we see, / Nor aught to rule but common circumstance -- / Nought is to seek but praise, to shun but chance; / A moment more, and God is all in all, / And not a sparrow from its nest can fall / But from the ground its chirp goes up into his hall.
2. I know at least which is the better mood. / When on a heap of cares I sit and brood, / Like Job upon his ashes, sorely vext, / I feel a lower thing than when I stood / The world's true heir, fearless as, on its stalk, / A lily meeting Jesus in his walk: / I am not all mood -- I can judge betwixt.