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XIX. A SICK PERSON'S COMPLAINT.
Like him who by Bethsaida's pool of oldLong time in suffering expectation lay,
So this tenth year I lie in pains untold;
And seeing oft the funerals go this way,
And hearing oft the knell float on the morning gray,
I envy young and old who me before
Into the grave go down from day to day.
Jesu, forgive the sin, or me restore;
Or help me thither soon, that I may sin no more!
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