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JUDGE NOT.
It has smiled on my successes, Raised me when my hopes were low,And by turns has looked upon me With all the loving eyes I know.
Do you wonder that my picture Has become so like a friend?—It has seen my life's beginnings, It shall stay and cheer the end!
JUDGE NOT.
UDGE not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not seesWhat looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure light may only beA scar, brought from some well-won field,Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.The look, the air, that frets thy sight, May be a token, that belowThe soul has closed in deadly fight With some infernal fiery foe,Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace,And cast thee shuddering on thy face!
The fall thou darest to despise— May be the angel's slackened handHas suffered it, that he may rise And take a firmer, surer stand;Or, trusting less to earthly things,May henceforth learn to use his wings.
