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    "text": "By miracles exceeding power of man,",
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   {
    "text": "He faith in some, envy in some begat,",
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    "text": "For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate;",
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   {
    "text": "In both affections many to Him ran.",
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    "text": "But the worst are most, they will and can,",
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   {
    "text": "Alas! and do, unto th’ Immaculate,",
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    "text": "Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate,",
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    "text": "Measuring self-life’s infinity to span,",
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    "text": "Nay to an inch. Lo! where condemned He",
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    "text": "Bears His own cross, with pain, yet by and by",
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    "text": "When it bears him, He must bear more and die.",
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    "text": "Now Thou art lifted up, draw me to Thee,",
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    "text": "And at Thy death giving such liberal dole,",
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    "text": "Moist with one drop of Thy blood my dry soul.",
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