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Three in one, but one in three, God, who girt her with the sea, Bade our Commonweal to be: Nought, if now not one. Though fraud and fear would sever The bond assured for ever, Their shameful strength shall never Undo what heaven has done.

South and North and West and East Watch the ravens flock to feast, Dense as round some death-struck beast, Black as night is black.