Verses - 2 Poem by Mary Stuart

Verses - 2



The gods, the heavens, death, envy and hate rail on;
They are deaf, angry, cruel, marshalled against me.
To pray, weep, suffer, be a friend to everyone
Are the only cures for the many woes I see.

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Mary Stuart

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