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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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Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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Easter Communion

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ure fasted faces draw unto this feast:God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.You striped in secret with breath-taking whips,Those crooked rough-scored chequers may be piecedTo crosses meant for Jesu's; you whom the EastWith draught of thin and pursuant cold so nipsBreathe Easter now; you serged fellowships,You vigil-keepers with low flames decreased, God shall o'er-brim the measures you have spentWith oil of gladness, for sackcloth and friezeAnd the ever-fretting shirt of punishmentGive myrrhy-threaded golden folds of ease.Your scarce-sheathed bones are weary of being bent:Lo, God shall strengthen all the feeble knees.