This by whose aid our own we see;
But, ever anxiously alert
That all may have their whole desert,
We would melt down the stars and sun
In our heart’s furnace, to make one
Through which th’ enlightened world might spy
A mote upon a brother’s eye.”
This by whose aid our own we see;
But, ever anxiously alert
That all may have their whole desert,
We would melt down the stars and sun
In our heart’s furnace, to make one
Through which th’ enlightened world might spy
A mote upon a brother’s eye.”