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The Cross
I must go on, till in my tearful lineWalks the full spirit's love as I on earth;
Till I can all Thou giv'st again resign,
And he be formed in me who gave me birth;
Wilt Thou within me bruise the serpent's heel,
That I through Christ the victory may win;
Then shall the peace the blessed in him must feel,
Within my bosom here on earth begin;
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That must by conflict here by me be wrought;
With all his faith still aid me in the strife,
Till I through blood like him the prize have bought;
And I shall hang upon the accursed tree,
Pierced through with many spears that all may see.
Poem No. 249; c. January 1839
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