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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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Calvary

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riendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow,Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free,Stung by the mob that came to see the show,The Master toiled along to Calvary;We gibed him, as he went, with houndish glee,Till his dimmed eyes for us did overflow;We cursed his vengeless hands thrice wretchedly, --And this was nineteen hundred years ago. But after nineteen hundred years the shameStill clings, and we have not made good the lossThat outraged faith has entered in his name.Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong!Tell me, O Lord -- tell me, O Lord, how longAre we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!