wb :

On earth, it is that Good shall be downtrodden,
While Evil holds his head up proudly high;
And Good, with pallid clothes and count'nance sodden
Can only watch the world and offer a sigh.
Is it that Good can bear no battle arms,
And Evil breaks his back upon his boot?
But men come good- they fall by Evil's charms,
Only when another plots, he lose his foot.
No, 'tis because the hearts of men are soft
That Evil stem the righteous flood of fire;
And where one shineth not, the dark shall loft
And cause the idle hearts of Good to tire.

A pity 'tis, to hear the lesser speak
When mind is worthy, but the heart is weak.

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