The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 12 |
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See , see , where Christ's blood streams in the firmament ! One drop would save my soul , half a drop : ah , my Christ ! — Ah , rend not my heart for naming of my Christ ! Yet will I call on him : O , spare me , Lucifer !
See , see , where Christ's blood streams in the firmament ! One drop would save my soul , half a drop : ah , my Christ ! — Ah , rend not my heart for naming of my Christ ! Yet will I call on him : O , spare me , Lucifer !
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