The Weaver Poem by Patience Worth
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!
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