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SONG-SACRAMENT.
IS not the blood as the life!We, who from you dwell apart,
Banished from banquet and mart,
Who on the wrongs that are rife
War with wit wage to the knife,
Song for our sword and our dart, —
We bring you the blood of our heart,
To ease you of sorrow and strife.
Lo, with our songs, as a flood,
Fain would we heave you on high,
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Up from the swamp to the sky,
We, who “Take, eat,” to you cry;
“This is our body and our blood.”
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