ter. Ay, no word,
No gesture of reproache heavens serene
tice, did not lean
t he forsaken Lord
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t look hose who have seen
ronged lovers loving th-pang keen,
Or pale-cyrs smiling to a sword,
t-call.
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I never knehis man --did quail and fall
As knoraig GOD; and turned free
And out speeche face of all
And filled tterly.