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CRUTCH, THE JUDGE.
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Thus he spake — I could but hark :
Like an organ pealing,
Pealing softly through the dark,
Spake he, wounding, healing.
But the angel came that night,
Tempted him too strongly;
Mat escaped to boundless light,
Crutch, the Judge, judged wrongly.
Mat, the cripple, was not meant
Lame to go for ever :
Life's great law is discontent —
None that knot may sever.
