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O Rabbi, curse us not if we have been Nursed in the shadow of the Gate of Sin
 * Built by thy hand—yea, ev'n thine angels blink

When we are coming out and going in.

And like the dead of Ind I do not fear To go to thee in flames; the most austere
 * Angel of fire a softer tooth and tongue

Hath he than dreadful Munker and Nakir.