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Here I broke in, You should have heard your heart, for it was true;
I think it was the voice of God for pity pleading then,
And you have crushed your pity with a text that deadened you,
And texts are surely meant for quickening nobler thoughts in men.
I think it was the voice of God for pity pleading then,
And you have crushed your pity with a text that deadened you,
And texts are surely meant for quickening nobler thoughts in men.
He took no notice of my speech; I wot not if he heard,
Because there rose a gust of wind, shrill-whistling from the sea;
But by and by there came a lull, and with the lull a word
I was not meant to hear, though it was shrewdly meant for me.
Because there rose a gust of wind, shrill-whistling from the sea;
But by and by there came a lull, and with the lull a word
I was not meant to hear, though it was shrewdly meant for me.
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