612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food`s necessity Upon me—like a Claw— I could no more remove Than I could coax a Leech away— Or make a Dragon—move— Not like the Gnat—had I— The privilege to fly And seek a Dinner for myself— How mightier He—than I— Nor like Himself—the Art Upon the Window Pane To gad my little Being out— And not begin—again—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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