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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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ASH WEDNESDAY.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
y God, my God, have mercy on my sin,For it is great; and if I should beginTo tell it all, the day would be too smallTo tell it in. My God, Thou wilt have mercy on my sinFor Thy Love’s sake: yea, if I should beginTo tell This all, the day would be too smallTo tell it in. Good Lord, to-dayI scarce find breath to say:Scourge, but receive me.For stripes are hard to bear, but worseThy intolerable curse;So do not leave me. Good Lord, lean downIn pity, tho’ Thou frown;Smite, but retrieve me:For so Thou hold me up to standAnd kiss Thy smiting hand,It less will grieve me.