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If there were balm in Gilead, I would go To Gilead for your wounds, unhappy land, / Gather you balsam there, and with this hand, / Made deft by pity, cleanse and bind and sew
And drench with healing, that your strength might grow, / (Though love be outlawed, kindness contraband)
And you, O proud and felled, again might stand;
But where to look for balm, I do not know. The oils and herbs of mercy are so few; Honour's for sale; allegiance has its price; The barking of a fox has bought us all; We save our skins a craven hour or two.
- While Peter warms him in the servants' hall
The thorns are platted and the cock crows twice.