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 Bleeding tear by tear Year by year of shame,

Till the dry life die Out of bloodless breast, Out of beamless eye, Out of mouths that cry Till death feed with rest—

How shall we as ye, Though ye bid us, pray? Though ye call, can we Hear you call, or see, Though ye show us day?

We whose name is shame, We whose souls walk bare, Shall we call the same God as ye by name, Teach our lips your prayer?

God, forgive and give, For His sake who died? Nay, for ours who live, How shall we forgive Thee, then, on our side?