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Sonnet 0

I am no stranger in the house of pain;
I am familiar with its every part…

Yet Do I Marvel 0

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind…

On His Blindness 1

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,