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LVI
And this I know : whether the one True Light,
Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,
One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost out-right.
LVII
Oh, Thou, who did'st with Pitfall and with Gin Beset the Road I was to wander in,
- Thou wilt not with Predestination round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin? </poem>
