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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made. – A. E. Housman
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s. – A. E. Housman
To justify God’s ways to man. – A. E. Housman