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Till daybreak smite our wearied sight
 And summer smite the snow:
Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
 Shall coo the livelong day;
Then He shall say, "Arise, My love,
 My fair one, come away."

THE THREE ENEMIES.

THE FLESH.
"SWEET, thou art pale."
"More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me."

"Sweet, thou art sad."
"Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God."

"Sweet, thou art weary."
"Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist."

"Sweet, thou art footsore."
"If I bleed,
His feet have bled; yea in my need.
His Heart once bled for mine indeed."