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'Tis said of grief's wild dart
However near its dripping red point goes
That God goes nearer, and can interpose
Himself between the spear-point and the heart.

If this be so, though we discern not how,
How close God stands to every being born,
If every thorn-point in each crown of thorn
Wounds God's, not only wounds each human brow!
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