text:  Why then should sorrow cloud the brow should misery crush the heart Since all life's varied changes "come like shadows so depart?" There is one sun there is one shower to evil and to just And health and strength and length of days and to all the common dust: But as the snake throws off its skin the soul throws off its clay And soars till purpled are its wings with everlasting day; God having winnow'd with his flail the chaff from out the wheat When those who seem'd alike when here approach'd his judgment-seat