Then shun it, human camel. Seek it not for food.
Words are most foully mixed with troubling thoughts of earth.
The water’s muddy. Close the spring whence it comes forth.
Until the Lord, again, shall make it clear and sweet;—
Shall purify the inky stream, as He deems meet,—
Shall patience add to wish,—not haste and oversight,—
Wait thou contentedly. God best knows what is right.14
THE END.
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