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It was not when temptation came, / Swiftly and blastingly as flame, / And seared me white with burning scars; / When I stood up for age-long wars / And held the very Fiend at grips; / When all my mutinous body rose / To range itself beside my foes, / And, like a greyhound in the slips, / The Beast that dwells within me roared, / Lunging and straining at his cord.
For all the blusterings of Hell, / It was not then I slipped and fell; / For all the storm, for all the hate, / I kept my soul inviolate!