Whatever man decides has its own faults;
Whatever God denies has its blessings;
Some things man does, Providence halts;
Imperfect are the things done by earthlings!
Whatever Nature does is best by far;
Whatever man may plan have their hazards;
And yet, we don't know why God made each star?
And in the same way, why are born the Bards?
Although God made man the best evolved mortal,
Alas! Man still calls himself immortal!
Written by Dr. John Celes
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