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That a starlight-wender of ours would say

The marvellous Milk was Walsingham Way

And one—but let be, let be:

More, more than was will yet be.—

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O well wept, mother have lost son;

Wept, wife; wept, sweetheart would be one:

Though grief yield them no good

Yet shed what tears sad truelove should.

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But to Christ lord of thunder

Crouch; lay knee by earth low under:

'Holiest, loveliest, bravest,

Save my hero, O Hero savest.

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And the prayer thou hearst me making

Have, at the awful overtaking,

Heard; have heard and granted

Grace that day grace was wanted.'

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Not that hell knows redeeming,

But for souls sunk in seeming

Fresh, till doomfire burn all,

Prayer shall fetch pity eternal.