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[67] The Refuge
Oh whether shall I flye?To Hills or Valleys:
Where shall I hidden lye?
T'escape the malice,
Of my pursuers hote.
No Mountaine high,
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Can shelter mee:
Yet on Mount Calvary,
I kenne a Tree,
Though seemeing seare, and dry,
Yet t'is (I see)
Laden with fruite divine,
Whose shadow blest,
All cursed Fiends decline:
Oh here's my rest./
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