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There is a busy spider weaving webs, Hanging my understanding with Impenetrable mysteries— Intricately woven. Threatening all men, is This busy weaver in its labor Befogging man's reassuring. There is a busy spider which threads the day, Trailing its silver from wisdom to wisdom, Enwrapping one with the other— Until Wisdom is lost! Oh, there is a busy spider— Called Doubt!
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The Weaver
There is a busy spider weaving webs, Hanging my understanding with Impenetrable mysteries— Intricately woven. Threatening all men, is This busy weaver in its labor Befogging man's reassuring. There is a busy spider which threads the day, Trailing its silver from wisdom to wisdom, Enwrapping one with the other— Until Wisdom is lost! Oh, there is a busy spider— Called Doubt!
1883-1937/American