Poor suffering weaklings we, in sad affliction’s hour.
The heavens appear to raise themselves all vastly high;
But true sublimity’s God’s attribute. We sigh.
The food of every bird He gives in providence;
He says whose figs devoured shall be these ten days hence.
Who ’d give, in lieu of mother’s milk, to infants, bread,
Would kill them with improper food before them spread.
But when their teeth are grown, and deck their little mouths,
Themselves will ask for bread; milk suits not then their growths.270
The unfledged chick is yet for flight all unprepared;