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LXXVIII. A GREAT DOCTOR.
There's one physician who can cureAll grief and pain that men endure;
When doctors less expert than he
But trifle with our misery,
And hum and haw, and guess and grope,
And hint no remedy but hope;
Wise doctor, lord of life and breath,
Friend of all sufferers—Doctor Death!
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