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You know how I came to you, World beaten, tossed aside; Ready for death at a hangman's hand, Stript of all hope or pride.
Leaning, you gathered me up Close to your great sweet heart, Lulled me and told me to be a man, Taught me your wonderful art.
Now I am very wise, Proud with your love's true vow; Glorious with power, -- I am more than a man, What will you do with me now!