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Then Jonathan grew sick at heart, My conscience yet is clear,Jaspar—it is not yet too late— I will not linger here.
How now! cried Jaspar, why I thought Thy conscience was asleep.No more such qualms, the night is dark, The river here is deep,
What matters that, said Jonathan, Whose blood began to freeze,When there is one above whose eye The deeds of darkness sees?
We are safe enough, said Jaspar then If that be all thy fear;Nor eye below, nor eye above Can pierce the darkness here.
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