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Suckles at first were curst      To be the homes of flies, And smell'd like open tombs      With putrefying eyes. But Christ, who saves the worst     (If so He wills) from death, Did mercy give the blooms      By giving them His breath.
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Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 4:39 PM UTC
How Honeysuckles Came Sweet
Suckles at first were curst      To be the homes of flies, And smell'd like open tombs      With putrefying eyes. But Christ, who saves the worst     (If so He wills) from death, Did mercy give the blooms      By giving them His breath.
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Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 4:39 PM UTC
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