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By miracles exceeding power of man, / He faith in some, envy in some begat, / For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate; / In both affections many to Him ran. / But the worst are most, they will and can, / Alas! and do, unto th' Immaculate, / Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate, / Measuring self-life's infinity to span, / Nay to an inch. Lo! where condemned He / Bears His own cross, with pain, yet by and by / When it bears him, He must bear more and die. / Now Thou art lifted up, draw me to Thee, / And at Thy death giving such liberal dole, / Moist with one drop of Thy blood my dry soul.