There's a compassionate eye
Set higher than the distant sky
That observes with fairness the toils of men,
It okays mortals' works of pen,
Both the blasphemous and those pious,
And brings its verdict upon them both!
I pride not on the flimsy and lop-sided appraisals of men!
But pray that that eye may fall in love with the fruits of my pen!
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