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Through the strait pass of suffering
Through the strait pass of suffering
The Martyrs even trod.
Their feet upon Temptations
Their faces upon God
A stately shriven Company
Convulsion playing round
Harmless as streaks of Meteor
Upon a Planet’s Bond
Their faith the everlasting troth
Their Expectation fair
The Needle to the North Degree
Wades so thro’ polar Air!
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