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None on earth can
Ever use up--no man--
A phial of Christ's grace
And mercy.
A teaspoon enough is
For any diseased soul
To make its sickness
Completely whole.
To and fro
he goes;
up and down
he moves.
Job 1:7
God that made
Esau
hairy
fashioned
Jacob
a smooth lad
Sinking!!
Never,
quipped
the shyster,
you're
floating
with
my straw.
Much i strive
life
to comprehend;
puzzled
the more
i'm.
Gay and green
tender boughs
blooming branches
fruitful vine
looking-down.
Sighting her,
fair heaven--
the truth is--
I was smitten.
Of my enchanting lady
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