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By William Watson
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Leaned unto thee, her bondsman, who keepest to-day her commandments, All for the sake of old love, dead at thy heart though it lie.
IVYea, it is we, light perverts, that waver, and shift our allegiance; We, whom insurgence of blood dooms to be barren and waste; We, unto Nature imputing our frailties, our fever and tumult; We, that with dust of our strife sully the hue of her peace. Thou, with punctual service, fulfillest thy task, being constant; Thine but to ponder the Law, labour and greatly obey: Wherefore, with leapings of spirit, thou chantest the chant of the faithful, Chantest aloud at thy toil, cleansing the Earth of her stain;
Leagued
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