Two brothers have I had on earth,One of spirit, one of sod;My mother suckled one at birth,One was the Son of God.
Since that befell which came to me,Since I was singled out to be,Upon a wheel of mockery,The pattern of a new faith spun;I never doubt that once the sunFor respite stopped in Gibeon,Or that a Man I could not knowTwo thousand ageless years ago,To shape my profit by His loss,Bought my redemption on a cross.
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"Now spring that heals the wounds of earthIs being born; and in her birthThe wounds of men may find a cure.By such a thought I may endure,And of some things be no less sure.This is a cruel land, this South,And bitter words to twist my mouth,Burning my tongue down to its root,Were easily found; but I am mute
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