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A Prayer For Purification.

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Forse perch d' altrui.     Perchance that I might learn what pity is,             That I might laugh at erring men no more,             Secure in my own strength as heretofore,             My soul hath fallen from her state of bliss:     Nor know I under any flag but this             How fighting I may 'scape those perils sore,             Or how survive the rout and horrid roar             Of adverse hosts, if I Thy succour miss.     O flesh! O blood! O cross! O pain extreme!             By you may those foul sins be purified,             Wherein my fathers were, and I was born!     Lo, Thou alone art good: let Thy supreme             Pity my state of evil cleanse and hide--             So near to death, so far from God, forlorn.

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