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Rh He strews the microbes in the lung,

The blood-clot in the brain;

With test and test He picks the best,

Then tests them once again.

He tests the body and the mind,

He rings them o'er and o'er;

And if they crack, He throws them back,

And fashions them once more.

He chokes the infant throat with slime,

He sets the ferment free;

He builds the tiny tube of lime

That blocks the artery.