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The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw - Volume I by Richard Crashaw
Thy restless feet now cannot go
  For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
  They swim, alas! in their own flood?

Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
  Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself’s the gift!
  It gives tho’ bound, tho’ bound ’tis free!
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