Robert Browning

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
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Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
Found the one gift of which Fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote.

For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
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For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
In the earthen vessel, holding treasure,
But the main thing is, does it hold good measure
Heaven soon sets right all other matters!

There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.

There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.