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[The Spirit said “Be on my side]
The Spirit said “Be on my side,O rare Man!” How hath he replied?
The poet sings a perjured song;
Comfort has bribed him to the wrong;
The preacher leaves a truth unsaid
Would rob his house of daily bread;
The satirist bows among the rest
Before the target of his jest.
The stolid sensual world controls
And subjugates the choicest souls.
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