In any act of mine,
Let thankfulness be found in me,
And all the praise be thine.
—George Wither (1588-1667).
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One part, one little part, we dimly scan,
Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream;
Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan,
If but that little part incongruous seem.
Nor is that part, perhaps, what mortals deem,