Is each woeful, world-descent
Each attempt at life
Pitied for, on high
Not that, as of a gorge made
Of long rainings' cry?
Or should we, through winter rays'
More estimably aimed
Boldness of intent
Portray souls, whose angel's tears
Brighten, Heaven-sent?
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