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XII.

A word within says I am to blame,

And therefore must confess;

Must call my doing by its name,

And so make evil less.

"I could not his false triumph bear,

For he was first in wrong."

"Thy own ill-doings are thy care,

His to himself belong."

"To

do it right, my heart should own Some sorrow for the ill."

"Plain, honest words will half atone,

And they are in thy will."

The

struggle comes. Evil or I Must gain the victory now.

I am unmoved and yet would try:

O God, to thee I bow.

The

skies are brass; there falls no aid; No wind of help will blow.

But

I bethink me:--I am made A man: I rise and go.

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