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Rh Thus he spake — I could but hark : Like an organ pealing, Pealing softly through the dark, Spake he, wounding, healing. But the angel came that night, Tempted him too strongly; Mat escaped to boundless light, Crutch, the Judge, judged wrongly. Mat, the cripple, was not meant Lame to go for ever : Life's great law is discontent — None that knot may sever.