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Rh Welcome foes, be ye human or demon, Strike me now while my bosom is bare ; There is never a thrust that shall wound me, There is nothing can injure despair. Beat on me, whirlwinds from Heaven, Hiss at me, fiends below ; Girt with the girdle of him who has naught, Out on my way I go.