'Tis not my task to feed the fowls of heaven; Nor clothe the lilies in their robes of white; Nor paint the rainbow in the clouds at ev'en; Nor deck the meadows with their blossoms bright. 'Tis not my task to criticise my brother, And watch his progress with a jealous eye; Nor envy the possessions of another, And let my flowers of promise droop and die.
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