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Almighty God, whose Justice, like a sun / Shall coruscate along the floors of heaven: / Raising what's low, perfecting what's undone, / Breaking the proud, and making odd things even. / The Poor of Jesus Christ along the street / In your rain sodden, in your snows unshod, / They have nor hearth, nor roof, nor daily meat, / Nor even the bread of men; Almighty God.
The Poor of Jesus Christ whom no man hears / Have called upon your vengeance much too long. / Wipe out not tears but blood: our eyes bleed tears: / Come, smite our damnéd sophistries so strong, / That thy rude hammer battering this rude wrong / Ring down the abyss of twice ten thousand years.