“Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human: One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it: And just as lamely can ye mark How far perhaps they rue it.

“Who made the heart, ’tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias. Then at the balance let’s be mute; We never can adjust it; What’s done we partly may compute, But know not what’s resisted.”

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The ascent to the planet Mars, where are seen the spirits of Martyrs, and Crusaders who died fighting for the Faith. ↩