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334.
[This be ever on my mind]
Amalek smote the hindmost.
—xxv. 18.
This be ever on my mind,
And fill my heart with fear,
Lest again I lag behind,
And loiter in the rear;
105
Toward the things before, above,
With the foremost strive to seize
The prize of perfect love.
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