Less than Good

Will any good deed wash away a greater fault

If we keep our guilt within some worldly limit what is there to complain of

I might be wrong but surely the Earth is our great mother warmed by sunshine

Men wander the Earth finding living things and some not living

and all are puzzling and lack the creators lessons about existing

Man is still by no means sure and both distrustful of the commands from heaven

and therefore unable to free himself from all sadness and misfortune

If I had not been so distracted by my earthly portion indeed

perhaps you would have granted me a longer stay in your garden

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