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I heard upon his dry dungheap That man cry out who cannot sleep If God is God, he is not good If God is good, he is not God Take the even, take the odd, I wold not sleep here if I could Except for the little green leaves in the wood And the wnd on the water. Archibald MacLiesh, "J.B." (Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 1958), p. 11