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 Then the soul said, speaking sadly,
 * You say truly I was with you,

But not mistress of my actions—
 * They were forced upon me by you”

Waste no time in speaking to me,”
 * Said the body, growing weary;

Let me rest and haste thee thither,
 * Where the endless years stretch dreary.’

I will go,” the soul said, calmly,
 * Leaving thee to worms and foulness,

Bearing all the pains that must be,
 * Till I find God’s mercy endless.”