In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
—Robert Browning.
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Art thou in misery, brother? Then, I pray,
Be comforted; thy grief shall pass away.
Art thou elated? Ah! be not too gay;
Temper thy joy; this, too, shall pass away.
Whate'er thou art, where'er thy footsteps stray,
Heed the wise words: "This, too, shall pass away."