"_The Moving Finger writes: and having writ,_ _Moves on; nor all your piety nor wit_ _Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,_ _Nor all your tears wash out a word of it._" "Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried. Asking, 'What Lamp had Destiny to guide Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?' And--'A blind Understanding!' Heav'n replied."…
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