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Patient for long our lothful deed,

For the just in doubt must grope.

But with a foe at last arrayed

Against the whole world's right,

You, O soul of the universe,

Your very self must fight.

You yourself; so but one prayer

Need we to lift—but one,

That by our battle shall all war

Be utterly undone.

Cale Young Rice.