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Beside the gospel
Appointed for the poor;
From year to year, my helpless
Has waited for a cure

Where once the waters of your
Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows,
The dead turns up its eye;
Where once the mermen through your

HE soul of
Resembleth water:
From heaven it cometh,
To heaven it soareth

I
HE
US
(August 3, 1492