| Evil blossomed in all men’s breasts
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| Brand hot malice boiled their minds
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| Grew hot the varicoloured poison
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| Was evident in their injurious word
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| A mood of ill thought toward other men
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| With murder wound about
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| A king commands the strong ones to go
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| March the stone of the street
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| From their solid plain, go forward
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| Tread the earth-ways to green plains new
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| Their errand in doctrines did lead to other lands
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| By the king’s word, from the earth
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| To make resurrection, to lay their land to rest
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| Limbs to gather up, spirits to take
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| Not for the many, but serve only the few
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| Forth they came to the people announce
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| Whom they as gods in might understood
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| Then set out they, to go forth and claim
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| As him the Lord who had appointed them
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| Over the boundary paths
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| Where the bodies of those who stood
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| The corpses of their fathers
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| Had in struggle been concealed!
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| Then the elders again began, sinful to say
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| That it by magic arts was done
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| By glamour, that the bright one
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| Spake before men and left them judged! |