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Lord, Thou hast crushed Thy tender ones, o’er-thrown |
Thy strong, Thy fair; Thy man thou hast unmanned,
Thy elaborate works unwrought, Thy deeds undone,
Thy lovely sentient human plan unplanned;
Destroyer, we have cowered beneath Thine own
Lord, thou hast hastened to retrieve, to heal, |
To feed, to bind, to clothe, to quench the brand,
To prop the ruin, to bless, and to anneal;
Hast sped Thy ships by sea, Thy trains by land,
Shed pity and tears:our shattered fingers feel
Thy mediate and intelligible hand.
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